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THE CUCKING OF A SCOLD
Yet she would scold with any one,
From twenty to threescore. The cucking of a Scold, The cucking of a Scold, Which if you will but stay to he are The cucking of a Scold.
2 As nimble as an Eele,
This womans tongue did wag, And faster you shall haue it runne, Then any ambling Nag. But without mighty wrong, She would not shew her skill. But if that she were moued once The sport1 was not so ill. The cucking &c.
3 Each man might quickly know,2 When as the game begun,2
But none could tell you for his life, What time she would haue done. She was a famous Scould, A dainty Scould in graine, A stouter Scould was neuer bred Nor borne in Turne-gaine Lane. The cucking &c.
4 Upon a time it chanc'd, And she did thus alledge,
A neighbours maid had taken halfe Her dish-clout from the hedge: For which great trespasse done, This wrong for to requite, She scolded very hansomely, Two daies and one whole night. The cucking &c.
sport: word indecipherable. 2 Text has a period. |
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