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WOMEN'S WORK There was an old man who lived in the woods, As you can plainly see, Who said he could do more work in a day Than his wife could do in three. "If this be so," the old woman said, "Then this you must allow, That you will do my work for a day While I go drive the plow. "But you must milk the Tiny cow For fear that she go dry, And you must feed the little pigs That are within the sty. And you must watch the bracket hen Lest she should lay astray, And you must wind the reel of yarn That I spun yesterday." The old woman took the staff in her hand And went to drive the plow. The old man took the pail in his hand And went to milk the cow. But Tiny hinched and Tiny flinched And Tiny cocked her nose, And Tiny gave the old man such a kick That the blood ran down to his toes. "It's here, my good cow, and ho, my good cow, And now, my good cow, stand still! If ever I milk this cow again, 'Twill be against my will! And then he fed the little pigs That were within the sty, But he bumped his head against a post, And how the blood did fly. And then he watched the bracket hen Lest she should lay astray, But he forgot the reel of yarn His wife spun yesterday. He swore by all the stars in heaven And all the leaves on the tree, That his wife could do more work in a day Than he could do in three! He swore by all the leaves on the tree And all the stars in heaven That his wife could do more work in a day Than he could do in seven! That's pretty much how I remember it. The version may be drawn from the one in t he Flanders collection. SP DT #343 Laws Q1 @feminist @work @marriage filename[ WIFEWRK4 SP |
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