Women's Work is Never Done
Oh that I had ne'er been married
since I lead a careful life
Things with me are strangely carried
now I am become a Wife.
Whe that he doth take his pleasure
least he should to ruine run;
Here I labour out of measure
Women's work is never done.
Was I one that e're did slight him,
then he might some reason have,
But I labour to delight him,
ever seek to get and save.
Never spending, always sparing
least he should to ruine run;
Mending, making, thus repairing
Women's work is never done.
Here I look to my habitation,
whiles in troubles to and fro:
There is no Woman in the Nation
doth such troubles undergo.
Carding, spining, I do my endeavour
never resting till the web is spun,
I must at length go to the Weaver
Women's work is never done.
He each night doth reel & stagger,
coming from his drunken Crew,
Nay and over me doth swagger
tho' I all the work must do.
When he in his Chair is sitting,
when he calls me then I run,
I make him Cordials yt. are fitting
womens work is never done.
Ne're had a Woman such a wedding,
I in Sorrows am opprest,
Yet I bring him to his Lodging,
where all night he takes his rest:
It is known that he lyes fairly,
while Eleven, Twelve, or One,
I must be up late & early
womans work is never done.
In the Field I am expected,
for to milk my Cattel there,
For it must not be neglected,
thus I make my constant care,
Tho I am both wet and weary,
I must to my Labour run.
Serve my Hog and tend my Dairy
womens work is never done.
If I am from home an hour
I must surely bear the blame,
For my Husband he will lower,
all the house is out of frame,
I can have but little quiet,
for my Daughter & my Son,
Calls upon me for their Dyet,
womens work is never done.
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