Classic Poem

Care away, away, away,
Care away for evermore!

All that I may swink or swete
My wife it will both drink and ete;
And I say ought, she will me bete:
Careful is my hart therfore.

If I say ought of hir but good,
She looke on me as she were wood,
And will me clout about the hood:
Careful is my hart therfore.

If she will to the good ale ride,
Me must trot all by her side,
And when she drink I must abide:
Careful is my hart therfore.

If I say it shal be thus,
She say: " Thou lyest, cherl, y-wus!
Weenst thou to overcome me thus?"
Careful is my hart therfore.

If any man have such a wife to lede,
He shal know how judicare cam in the Crede;
Of his penans God do him mede!
Careful is my hart therfore.