The woman ate and drank, and praised her husband.
‘Well, now, old man, I won’t beat you any more,’ said she.
When they had done eating, the man carried off the good sack, and put it away in his store-room, but hung the bad sack up on the nail. Then he lounged up and down in the yard.
Meantime his wife became thirsty. She looked with longing eyes at the sack, and at last she said, as her husband had done:
‘Two out of the sack.’
And at once the two rogues with their big sticks crept out of the sack, and began to belabour her as they sang:
‘Would you beat your husband true?
Don’t cry so!
Now we’ll beat you black and blue!
Oh! Oh!’
The woman screamed out: ‘Old man, old man! Come here, quick! Here are two ruffians pommelling me fit to break my bones.’
Her husband only strolled up and down and laughed, as he said: ‘Yes, they’ll beat you well, old lady.’
And the two thumped away and sang again: