A proper new Ballad, showing a merry jest of one jeamie of Woodicock Hill, and his wife, how he espied through a door, one making of him Cuckold, and how that for lucre of money, he was well contented therewith. To be sung to a new tune, called Woodicocks Hill. ONe Iemie there was that dwelled in a town, as proper a man as proper might be: A wife he had would scold and frown, and evermore call him noddy noddy. A wife he had would scold and frown, and evermore call't him noddy, noddy. This Iemie did rise betime in the morn, and forth of his doors he hasted truly: But before he came home he was crowned with a horn for his wife did use her hei nonnie nonnie. But before he came, etc. Iemie did put his lambs to field, thinking good sheep that they would be, But all his lambs were turned to rams, and the horns they fell to Iemie, Iemie. But all his, etc. Iemie he hied to woodicock hill, for there his business lay truly: In which time an other did work his will, and tickled his wives hei nonnie nonnie. In which, etc. Now god a mercy said jemies' wife, evermore welcome shalt thou be: I'll love thee 〈◊〉 because thou hast p●a●● 〈◊〉. etc. I'll love thee, etc. Iemie at length came home with speed, and stepped to the door so closely: And through the key hole he spied indeed, how one there did tickle his, etc. And through the, etc. Zounds quoth Iemie, and then he swears, is this possible for to be? Come open the door, I'll have him by the ears, for playing the rogue with my, etc. Come, etc. Thou knave (quoth Iemie) I'll make thee rue, that ever thou didst come here truly: I'll send for the Constable, I'll tell thee true, and have thee plagued most mightily. I'll send, etc. I'll cause you both be whipped sure, throughout the town most shamefully: Repent it you shall while your lives endure, for playing the knave and the whore truly. Repent, etc. Then said the man this Iemie too: I pray you now contented be: I'll give you five pounds, make no more ado, because I have tickled your, etc., I'll give you, etc. Wilt thou (qd. Iemie) this match then I'll make, if that five pound thou wilt give me: My wife for ever thou shalt forsake, and never more meddle with her, etc. My wife, etc. But when shall I this money receive, the which you promised have to me? At Michaelmas next I will it thee give, if that thou so contented be. At etc. Then (quoth Iemie) for that which is past, upon thy fair promise I will thee forgive: Then I'll not come near thy wife by two stones cast, so long as we both together shall live. Then, etc. Now friends, what think you this Iemie of? that for lucre of money contented was he, To put up Cuckold? it made me to laugh: so I took up my pen, and wr●t noddy noddy. To put up, etc. And evermore after this Iemie he, grew up to promotion every day: Knight of the Forked Order truly: from that time forth was counted always. Knight, etc. Farewell friend Iemie, look well to thy charge, thy name shall never be known for me: Look well to thy wife, let her not run at large, but let it always be a warning to thee. Look, etc. Would I were as sure of an hundred pounds, as this same Iemie doth think truly: How some other besides himself in the town, sometimes will meddle with his hay, etc. How some, etc. And so to conclude, I am loath to be long, I pray thee Iemie take it not heavily: I pray give me some beer for singing this song, and so I pray God make you all merry, merry. I pray, etc. FINIS.