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Taffy now doth domineer,
with face as black as hell,
Hur means to put them all in fear,
who in the house do dwell,
Now down into the house hur comes,
unto the cupboard goes,
The bread and butter so bethumbs,
at last the maid arose;
Beholding there his ugly face,
she cried out amain.
She runs up stairs in little space,
for fear she should be slain,
Master, quoth he, O save my life,
in such a fear he put her,
The devil's below with his long knife,
cutting of bread and butter,
What, art thou mad, quoth he my wench,
or art thou in a dream?
He took his lay on a bench,
and down at length he came:
The good wife cried out amain,
heaven keep us from this evil;
Husband come to bed again,
will you fight with the devil,
I prithee wife let me alone,
the man did thus reply,
If that this devil be not gone,
my manhood I will try,
But when he came the devil to eye,
he looked wonderous pale,
with face as black as hell,
Hur means to put them all in fear,
who in the house do dwell,
Now down into the house hur comes,
unto the cupboard goes,
The bread and butter so bethumbs,
at last the maid arose;
Beholding there his ugly face,
she cried out amain.
She runs up stairs in little space,
for fear she should be slain,
Master, quoth he, O save my life,
in such a fear he put her,
The devil's below with his long knife,
cutting of bread and butter,
What, art thou mad, quoth he my wench,
or art thou in a dream?
He took his lay on a bench,
and down at length he came:
The good wife cried out amain,
heaven keep us from this evil;
Husband come to bed again,
will you fight with the devil,
I prithee wife let me alone,
the man did thus reply,
If that this devil be not gone,
my manhood I will try,
But when he came the devil to eye,
he looked wonderous pale,
