I wept algate 1953 and made a sorry cheer, 1954 As wivës must, for it is the uságe; And with my kerchief covered my viságe; But, for I was provided with a make, 1955 I wept but little, that I undertake. 1956 To churchë was mine husband borne a-morrow With neighëbours that for him madë sorrow, And Jenkin, ourë clerk, was one of tho: 1957 As help me God, when that I saw him go After the bier, methought he had a pair Of leggës and of feet so clean and fair, That all my heart I gave unto his hold. 1958 He was, I trow, a twenty winter old, And I was forty, if I shall say sooth, But yet I had always a coltë’s tooth. Gat-toothed 1959