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Yf there be any man that can tell me quicklye,
a Medicyne for to cure a Wench that is greeved sore and sicklye,
Let him come at St Collomb Towne and there he shall have newes
Where lyes this Wench oppressed sore as it will make you muse.

The ground of this here is, as I have heard it spoken
Shee alwayes doth bedue her sheats her flood hatch it is broken,
and the streame of it runneth through the brooke as shee lies sleeping.
her vilme was broken with a thrust for out her pisse doth flye,

Which greef of hers to help full many hath assaide,
but all their labor was in vayne, they could not cure the Mayd,
then shee thought on another trick shee needs would change her lief
shee sold away her Mayden hood and is become a Wief

and then there came a Carpenter who thought sure with a Pyn
to mend her floodgate and thereby to keepe her water in,
he tooke greate Payne and wore his flesh and loked thin and pale,
but all his labor was in vayne he could no good at all.

then out she cries most bitterly and still the time doth curse
that shee the chamber pott should hold and ope her neither purse,
Wherein dispaire entred and oft the strapps rented
Which brooke her gate and spilde her state which runneth like a vent

Yf soon shee be not cured great Pynnes will beare greate price,
a great Pyn for a Chamber pott because shee will not rise,
then she a Mayde perforce must hire the chamber pott to sett
Which still will stand her a greate Pynne els shee bedd must weatt

But I have heard her say of late such vertue is in Myse,
they are very good for the disease so they be baked in pies,
first they must stripp away the skyn and afterward them bake,
and for full three dayes after no other meate must take,

and then they must take the skins and heate them good and warme,
uppon a chaffer dishe and coles least cold should doe her harme,
and clapp some on her breast and some uppon her nall,
butt let her put most part of them uppon her what I call,

therefore all you good farmers when you doe turne your corne,
save up all the mice you catch for Mistress and bring downe unto her house,
it shalbe for your gayne
for shee will content you for your cost and payne.

but yf this will not serve alack what shall I saye,
some other physick lett her take her greef for to allay,
yf phisick will not helpe then lett her goe with speede
and take some heare and sue her geare and bite away the threade.
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