9 Hame came our goodman, And hame came he, And he saw a sword, Whare a sword should na be. 10 ‘What’s this now, goodwife? What’s this I see? How came this sword here, Without the leave o me?’ ‘A sword?’ quo she. ‘Ay, a sword,’ quo he. 11 ‘Shame fa your cuckold face, Ill mat ye see! It’s but a porridge-spurtle, My minnie sent to me.’ ‘A spurtle?’ quo he. ‘Ay, a spurtle,’ quo she. 12 ‘Far hae I ridden, And farer hae I gane, But siller-handed spurtles I saw never nane.’ 13 Hame came our goodman, And hame came he; There he spy’d a powderd wig, Where nae wig shoud be. 14 ‘What’s this now, goodwife? What’s this I see? How came this wig here, Without the leave o me?’ ‘A wig?’ quo she. ‘Ay, a wig,’ quo he. 15 ‘Shame fa your cuckold face, And ill mat you see! ’Tis naething but a clocken-hen, My minnie sent to me.’ ‘Clocken hen?’ quo he. ‘Ay, clocken hen,’ quo she. 16 ‘Far hae I ridden, And farer hae I gane, But powder on a clocken-hen I saw never nane.’ 17 Hame came our goodman, And hame came he, And there he saw a muckle coat, Where nae coat shoud be. 18 ‘What’s this now, goodwife? What’s this I see? How came this coat here, Without the leave o me?’ ‘A coat?’ quo she. ‘Ay, a coat,’ quo he. 19 ‘Shame fa your cuckold face, Ill mat ye see! It’s but a pair o blankets, My minnie sent to me.’ ‘Blankets?’ quo he. ‘Ay, blankets,’ quo she. 20 ‘Far hae I ridden, And farer hae I gane, But buttons upon blankets I saw never nane.’ 21 Ben went our goodman, And ben went he, And there he spy’d a sturdy man, Where nae man shoud be. 22 ‘What’s this now, goodwife? What’s this I see? How came this man here, Without the leave o me?’ ‘A man?’ quo she. ‘Ay, a man,’ quo he. 23 ‘Poor blind body, And blinder mat ye be! It’s a new milking-maid, My mither sent to me.’ ‘A maid?’ quo he. ‘Ay, a maid,’ quo she. 24 ‘Far hae I ridden, And farer hae I gane, But lang-bearded maidens I saw never nane.’ B A broadside: Printed and Sold at the Printing-Office in Bow Church-Yard, London. 1 O I went into the stable, and there for to see, And there I saw three horses stand, by one, by two, and by three. 2 O I calld to my loving wife, and ‘Anon, kind sir!’ quoth she: ‘O what do these three horses here, without the leave of me?’ 3 ‘Why, you old cuckold, blind cuckold, can’t you very well see? These are three milking-cows, my mother sent to me.’