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.
Back to Chapter
Back to Contents List
Embro, Embro Copyright © 2001, Jack Campin