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3.302 R187358 1 The Spinning Wheel The Spinning Wheel The Spinning Wheel OH Wretched Woman that I am,/ That I was Wed to such a Man, Pepys 3.302 Wing Q35B Pepys Library The Pepys ballads : facsimile volume Editor W.G. Day D.S. Brewer Cambridge [England] 1987 Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 302 THE/ Quaker's Wives Lamentation/ For the LOSS of/ Her Husbands Jewels,/ VVho Gelded himself (in Petticoat-Lane,) to vex his wife. THE Quaker's Wives Lamentation For the LOSS of Her Husbands Jewels, Who Gelded himself (in Petticoat-Lane,) to vex his wife. The Quaker's Wife's Lamentation for the Loss of Her Husband's Jewels, Who Gelded Himself (in Petticoat-Lane,) to Vex His Wife. 1/2 sheet oblong folio, 190 x 318 cropped left edge, uneven inking horizontal rules and cast fleurons 1684-1700 Printed for Iames Bissel, at the Bible and Harp in West=Smithfield. Iames Bissel PBA

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 Taxonomy used by Pepys to Organize Ballads in Albums A Small Promiscuous Supplement Devotion & Morality Drinking & Good Fellowship History - True & Fabulous Humour, Frollicks &c Love Pleasant Love Pleasant and Unfortunate Love Unfortunate Marriage Sea State & Times Tragedy Various Subjects Early Modern Center Ballad Project Keyword Taxonomy advice affliction/health alcohol animals/nature appearance Bible/biblical figures buildings/architecture catastrophe children class clothing/fashion country/nation crime death economics/trade entertainment family/procreation folklore gender historical figures & events holidays/seasons infidelity law London love maritime marriage military/war monstrosity mythology/Classical world news nobility/court politics/government punishment religious concepts religious figures religious types & sects royalty rural life servitude sex/sexuality supernatural/magic The New World travel trickery/deceit urban life vice violence virtue vulgarities/crass humor Library of Congress Subject Heading Taxonomy 8/16/2007 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Love Pleasant 8/16/07 Checker Liberty Stanavage fixed faulty italic 8/14/07 Checker Liberty Stanavage finished transcription, checked and x-balladed 8/14/07 Transcriber Liberty Stanavage Original Transcription 8/31/04 Bibliographer Simone Chess Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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Oh Wretched Woman that I am, That I was Wed to such a Man That should do so great Injury Both to himself and unto me, Mithinks, he might have let alone The Chiefest Branch, of Natures boon.
Oh husband, husband, what have you done? You've parted with Jewels were none of your'n, But they were Jewels belonging to me, For which I'd not take Gold nor Fee; Them I delighted more to feel, Than e'er I did my Spinning Wheel.
Ah! My dear Wife it was my fault That I am Lame, and thou must Hault, For had'st thou but prov'd true to me, Then I had done the like to thee, And if thou hadst been true my Girl, I ne'er had parted with Natures Pearl. Ah my Dear Wife thou dost not know What terrible pains I undergo For never man did feel such pain, I wish it were to do again, I should not do my dear such wrong, Nor be the Subject of this Song. Ah my Dear Husband, you're to blame, To bring upon us so much shame, For most men will both say, and swear That you wid go to next Horn-Fair, And if you there look like an Elf, Oh Husband you may thank your self. Dear Husband you have done me wrong, For Poets will put us in a Song, You might as well have cut off all, As leave behind a thing so small, And thus to break your Wedlock Band, To leave a Thing that cannot stand.
Come my dear Wife before we part, I'll teach thee a trick and prove't by Art, These Ii Weis they shall do the same, As if that I were at the Game, Then do not doubt of thy own Cure, What pain soever I endure. The Powder thereof it is Divine, Then take it in a Glass of Wine, And if that I am not beguil'd, It will cause thee to prove with Child, And raise an Off-spring unto me, As if I were a kissing thee. Ah this is a very pretty Toy, That Quakers should themselves enjoy, And run in danger of their lives, On purpose for to vex their Wives, But if I chance to bury thee, The De'il a Quaker I will be. Now I'll set on a Resolution, I'll Tryal make of this Conclusion, And take it once a Month besure, What What pain soever I endure, I doubt the Cure will prove but Lame, There's nothing like to the Old Game.