The WIFES Answer
TO THE
Hen-peckt Cuckolds Complaint.
Shewing the Reasons she had to Chastize him, and her Resolu-
tion to continue her Discipline over him till he mend.
To the Tune of, Marry and thank you too.
Licensed according to Order.
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MY Cuckold tells Tales of me,
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a Changeling I think he'll grow;
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But if he won't his Error see,
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I'll make him his Duty show.
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I'll teach him to prate about,
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and all our Secrets to show;
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Next time I lay my hand o'th' Lout,
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I'll make him his Duty know.
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'Tis true, I Chastize the Fool,
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good Manners in him to show;
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Yet tho' I him do often School,
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He'll never his Duty know.
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I'll make him to Worship me,
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he promis'd it once at Bow;
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If he won't down upon his Knee,
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I'll make him his Duty know.
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I'le him at a distance keep,
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He shall not Familiar grow:
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When I do frown, he's best to creep,
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I'll make him his Duty know.
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A Husbands a Rampant thing,
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unless you do keep him low;
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He'l like a Mad-Man fret and fling,
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and never his Duty know.
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One time a silk Cushion he took,
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and at me in jest did throw;
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But I could not his kindness brook,
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I made him his Duty know.
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Come Sirrah, you Rogue, said I,
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how durst you to serve me so?
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Your Soveraign Lady to defie,
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I'll make you your Duty know.
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I up with my valiant Fist,
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and gave him a thumping blow;
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He look'd as though he were bepist,
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I made him his Duty know.
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When Marry'd we were at first,
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he wou'd neither Bake nor Brew:
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I bid him say so if he durst,
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Il'e teach him a Lesson new.
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He mutter'd and pouted then,
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The Widgeon look'd wondrous blew:
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I made him feel my Paws agen,
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And taught him a Lesson new.
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Sometimes about House he'd sneak,
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his peeping I made him rue;
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I was resolv'd this trick to break,
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and teach him a Lesson new.
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I catch'd him i'th Dairy one day
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and at him I briskly flew;
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I turn'd his Cream to Curds and Whey
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And taught him a Lesson new.
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In short I reform'd my Spark,
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and him to my Bow I drew;
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For I did Bite as well as Bark,
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which taught him a Lesson new.
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I hope no more Tales he'l tell,
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if he does I declare for true;
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I'll make him wish himself in Hell,
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I'le teach him a Lesson new.
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For, I'll get a lusty Rod,
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my words they shall be but few,
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But I will Jerk, and Firk his Cod,
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and make the Rogues Buttocks blew.
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