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S124254 IN May when floures swetely smel / The people romyng abrode ful ryfe Good husband let me haue mine owne will. [with variation] | But do good, and therin take your owne wyl. [with variation] Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 21 A mery balade, how a wife entreated her / Husband, to haue her owne wyll. A merry ballad, how a wife entreated her Husband, to have her own will. Printer Alexander Lacy ?-?

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IN May when floures swetely smel The people romyng abrode ful ryfe A mery tale I shal you tel that then was herd, but no great strife In close, a yong man and his wife Sate reasonyng sore, but for none yl, She said, I am wery of this lyfe Good husband let me have mine owne will. Wyfe (quoth he) then must I nedes know What is your wyll then for to have, At me you must neither mocke nor mow Nor yet loute me, nor call me knave: Nor VENUS game upon me crave Nor yet your honestye for to spill, And make me neyther boy nor slave But do good, and therin take your owne wyl. Tush (quoth she) sir as for that I wyll be honest, to dye therefore, But husband husband, wot ye what? I have bene your wyfe this month and more: And have not gone but to the dore Such keping in, my heart doth spyll, By housekepers, neighbours set no store Good husband let me have mine owne wyll. Wyfe (quoth he) be you content You shall to Church and to market go, And to neighbours to, at time convenient But not to gossip, the truth is so: Tavernes to haunt? no wyfe, no no Nor yet alehouses, with Jacke nor Gyll, You know my mynd for friend or fo Doe good, and therein take your owne wyll. Husband (quoth she) you be to blame To kepe me in, and so playne withall, Methinke I shuld be a fyne dame Whereby great prayse to you might fall: I being fayre, nice, and small Yf I had gay clothes my body to hyll, Then gentlewomen for me wold call Good husband let me have myne owne wyll. No wyfe (quoth he) it wyll not be borne For you to go fyne, and gayly clad, To go as I will have you, thinke ye no scorne That is, comely and cleane, sober and sad: Wherefore, be you neyther sicke nor yet mad Because ye may not your mynd fulfyll, For your desyre is wicked and bad Doe good, and therein take your owne wyll. Not mad (quoth she) alas good man What woman culd your wordes abyde? I entreatyng you, as fayre as I can And yet my wordes you set asyde: Though I be fayre, I love no pryde For I serve your swyne with draffe and swyl, Unto my friendes I wold fayne ryde Good husband let me have myne owne wyll.
Wyfe (quoth he) what nedeth all this? You crave a great deale more then neede, Your friends have no need of us Iwis Wherefore be stayed good gentle Beede: Now let us plow, and sow our seede Our wynter land is yet to tyll, How to thryve, let us first take heede And do good, and therin take your owne wyl. Oh husband (quoth she) I am but yong Wherefore I pray you graunt me one thyng, At libertie let me have my toung Eyther to chyde, or els to syng: To daunce, to kysse, not overworkyng But once a weke to go to myll, My time is short, my death is cumming Good husband let me have mine owne wyll. No wyfe (quoth he) I am your head Wherefore I pray you, my counsell take, And let such tricks in you be dead Least that for it, your bones doe ake: Therefore learne betime to brue and bake And live no longer in ydlenesse styll, Wherefore for your owne ease sake Doe good, and therein take your owne wyll. Alas (quoth she) what chaunce have I To couple myselfe with such a one, That had rather to see me dye Then to decke me gay, as I wold have gone: To chyde, nor syng, nor to daunce alone I wold I had maried John Goosequyll, Then nede I not to have made this mone For by him, I might have had all my wyll. No more of these twayne culd be hard But home they went together playne, But let no wyves, this wyfe regard For her request was all in vayne: And yet with shrewes some men take payne And abydeth the job of the Devylles byll, From the which all good wyves refrayne God geve us all grace to doe his wyll. Amen.
FINIS. quod T.W.T. Imprinted at Lon- don by Alexander Lacy.