And on to it I then did swack.
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I ’inted har with ashen ile,
Limbo clashmo!
I ’inted har with ashen ile,
Till she could both brew, bake, wash and bile.
O dary mingo—mingo.
278. The Farmer’s Curst Wife.
P. 107 a. This has no connection with the story in Wendenmuth, Œsterley, I, 366, p. 402; see Œsterley’s note, V, 60.
Compare the broadside ballad ‘The Devil and the Scold,’ Roxburghe Collection, I, 340, 341; Chappell, Roxburghe Ballads, II, i, 367 ff.; Collier, Book of Roxburghe Ballads, 1847, p. 35 ff.