First song that came to my mind, too, is "The Bedmaking." BTW, I sing an added verse at the end that I got from Frankie Armstrong's recording:

She cursed him first through the kitchen and then through the hall
And then through the parlor among the ladies all,
Saying, "If you won't pay me, here's your little son John,
Who never cost you naught but the bedmaking."

Linn