To save his 〈…〉  
for fear she would him kill:  
Where banging him round about,  
●ith courage strong and stout,  
she cried my hearts trill lil.   

●how fie for shame what do you 〈…〉,  
your husband 〈◊〉 to bang:  
'tis better 〈…〉,  
 
,  
which 〈…〉:  
,  
,  
;  
:  
〈…〉 banging him ●ound ●bout,  
With courage strong stout,  
she cried my hearts trill 〈◊〉.   

,  
:  
,  
 
And casting of a C●stard small,  
Which she in 〈◊〉 did keep:  
She hath misused me as you see,  
and made me thus to weep.  
And 〈…〉 she takes delight,  
to plague me at her will:  
And ever she crieth when on me she flieth,  
h〈…〉 with you my hearts trill lil.   

〈◊〉 with a murrain sir she said,  
〈…〉 ●hoppes be fed:  
〈…〉 Custards and with apple pies,  
〈…〉 〈…〉 me si 〈…〉 h your head.  
〈…〉 take the Rye brown loaf,  
〈…〉 the 〈…〉  
,  
 
 
 
And ever she ●●●eth 〈…〉 she flieth,  
have with you my heart trill-lill.   

And th●u 〈◊〉 quoth she indifferent well,  
thy carcase I did 〈◊〉:  
Yet from thy carrion greedy guts,  
I'll fetch out every 〈◊〉.  
With 〈…〉 a feather take,  
and 〈…〉 ●●at it thrust:  
The●● 〈…〉 the Apple pie,  
and laid it in the dust.  
The Dor●●●● 〈…〉 she shall into it ●r●e,  
.  
Murder she cried as in 〈◊〉 she fried,  
have with you my hearts trill lil.   

●●e here the spiteful nature 〈◊〉,  
wherewith she was possessed:  
For nevor was there any man,  
like to the Cobbler dressed,  
Who made an oath while he did live,  
such wisdom to apply:  
He would take heed how he did ease,  
or touch an apple pie.  
Lest with his wife he fell at strife,  
and felt her froward will:  
Who evermore crieth when on him she flieth  
have with you my hearts trill lil.   
FINIS.   

AT LONDON Printed for Andrew White and are to be sold at his shop at the Royal Exchange, over against the Conduct in Cornhill.