ON A WIFE
My dame and I, full twenty years,
Liv'd man and wife together;
I could no longer keep her here,
She's gone the Lord knows whither.
Of tongue she was exceeding free,
I purpose not to flatter;
Of all the wives that e'er I see,
None e'er like her could chatter;
Her body is disposed well,
A comely grave doth hide her;
And sure her soul is not in hell;
The devil could never abide her;
Which makes me think she is aloft;
For in the last great thunder
Methought I heard her well-known voice
Rending the clouds asunder.
My dame and I, full twenty years,
Liv'd man and wife together;
I could no longer keep her here,
She's gone the Lord knows whither.
Of tongue she was exceeding free,
I purpose not to flatter;
Of all the wives that e'er I see,
None e'er like her could chatter;
Her body is disposed well,
A comely grave doth hide her;
And sure her soul is not in hell;
The devil could never abide her;
Which makes me think she is aloft;
For in the last great thunder
Methought I heard her well-known voice
Rending the clouds asunder.