I used to hate it when Bruce Olsenh would refuse to post songs, and force us to look into has huge song files and indexes. Now I wish we had him back. I'm sure grateful he left his archive to us (it's in our QuickFiles dropdown menu. But since he's not here to stop me, here's the broadside he collected - Martin Parker's version of 1638.

  [My husband has no courage in him]
  
  A Penny=worth of Good Counsell.
  
  To Widdowes, and to Maides,
    This Counsell I send free;
  And let them looke before they leape,
    Or that they married be.
  To the tune of Dulcina.
  
  Of late it was my chance to walke,
    for recreation in the spring,
  Where as the fethered quisters
    melodiously did sing.
      And at that tide
      I there espide
  A woman faire her hands sate wringing;
      She wept apace,
      And cry'd "Alas!
  My husband hath no fore-cast in him."
  
  Quoth she, "When as I was a mayden,
    I had store of suitors brave,
  And I most coyly did reject them,
    to take the man that now I have:
      But woe is me,
      That e'er I see
  The face of him makes me thus singing;
      Most heavily
      I sing and cry,
  My husband hath no fore-cast in him.
  
  "His flattering tongue it did bewitch me,
    faire promises to me he gave,
  And said, I should have all things plenty,
    but no such thing I'm sure I have:
      His purse is light,
      Nothing is right,
  Although a portion I did bring him;
      Aye me! poor soule,
      Thus to condole!
  My husband hath no fore-cast in him.
  
  "Hee's not the man I tooke him for:
    Alas! who would be so much tyed?
  I tell you, friends, now seriously,
    my husband he doth nought but chide:
      His lookes are sowre,
      And he doth lowre,
  For nature no good parts hath gi'n him:
      For which I grieve,
      You may believe!
  My husband hath no fore-cast in him.
  
  "When he was a batcheler,
    then who but he amongst the maids?
  He went most neat in his apparell;
    but now I finde his glory fades:
      So spruce he went,
      'Twould give content
  To any maiden that could win him;
      He'd dance and sing,
      Wrestle and ring;
  But now he hath no fore-cast in him.
  
  "Some men unto their wives are loving,
    and all content to them do give;
  But mine is lumpish, sad, and heavy,
    which is the cause wherefore I grive:
      If I prove kind,
      Some fault hee'l finde,
  And says, he knowes where his shooe wrings him:
      In darke or light,
      By day or night,
  My husband hath no fore-cast in him.
  
      The second part. To the same tune.
  
  "He keeps me short of everything,
    no money he will give or lend;
  'Tis fitting sometimes that a woman
    should with a friend some money spend:
      I must sit here,
      With heavy cheere,
  Although that I did something bring him:
      Which makes me thus
      To cry, alas!
  My husband hath no fore-cast in him.
  
  "He doth not use me like a woman,
    and doth not care what clothes I have;
  When other men's wives weare each fashion,
    and are maintained rich and brave:
      Thus to the wall
      I may condole,
  Although that this same song I sing him --
      Some counsell give,
      Me to relieve!
  My husband hath no fore-cast in him.
  
  "Eringo-roots I doe privide him,
    with cawdles made of muscadine;
  Yea, marrow-bones and oyster-pyes,
    which all are dishes good and fine:
      And lobsters great
      For him to eat,
  And yolks of eggs, these have I gi'n him:
      Doe what I can,
      Yet this same man
  By no meanes will have fore-cast in him.
  
  "He will not have me goe abroad,
    yet seldome is himself at home;
  He saith that I must be a house-dove,
    I must not flye abroad and roame:
      When other wives,
      Doe lead brave lives,
  They'l goe to playes, heare fidlers singing,
      And spend their coyne
      At ale or wine;
  My husband hath no fore-cast in him.
  
  "Thus, like the turtle, I sit mourning
    because I have an unkind mate;
  And fickle Fortune on me frowneth;
    it is my destiny and fate:
      I hope hee'l mend
      And be more kind;
  With sweet embraces I will cling him;
      Ile speake him faire
      To have more care
  That he may have more fore-cast in him.
  
  "But if I see hee will not mend,
    come, tell me, widdow, maid, or wife __
  What shall I doe in this same woe?
    for I am weary of this life:
      My tongue Ile tune,
      It shall chime noone,
  And in his eares a peale Ile ring him;
      I am put too't,
      And I will doo't,
  Because he hath no fore-cast in him.
  Finis. M[artin]. P[arker].
  

No publisher's imprint; probably trimmed off. Entered in the Stationers' Register to Henry Gosson on Apr. 9, 1638.

I haven't seen a copy of "My husband has no courage in him" earlier than traditional ones, but it seems to have been around by about 1735. The table of contents of the Elizabeth Cochrane Songbook (Harvard College MS Eng. 512) lists "My husband has no courage in him" at p. 47, but the leaf containing the song, pp 47-8 is missing. A traditional text with tune is in Frank Purslow's The Wanton Seed, p. 82.