A PEPYSIAN GARLAND - online book

Black-letter Broadside Ballads Of The years 1595-1639

	THE UNNATURAL WIFE Lest like to me, you burne in fire, Because of cruell rage and ire: oh murther, most inhumane, To spill my Husbands blood. 4   A Locke-Smith late in Westminster, my Husband was by trade, And well he liued by his Art, though oft I him vbbraide; And oftentimes would chide and braule, And many ill names would him call: oh murther, most inhumane, To spill my Husbands blood. 5   T And my Husband foorth had bin, X at Supper at that time, When as I did commit that sin, which was a bloody crime; And comming home he then did craue, A Shilling of me for to haue: oh murther, most inhumane, To spill my Husbands blood. 6   I vow'd he should no Money get, and I my vow did keepe, Which then did cause him for to fret, but now it makes me weepe; And then in striuing for the same, I drew my knife vnto my shame: oh murther, most inhumane, To spill my Husbands blood. 285