Oh woe, oh woe is me; poor fool
How I must work to pull this cart!
And why? Because I took myself a wife.
Would that the thought had never crossed my mind!
A shrewish scold has come into my house;
She has, taken my sword, my pants, and my purse.
Night and day I have no peace,
And never a kind word from her.
The woman behind him replies:
Hey, dear boy, what you say is true,
But be quiet or I'll hit you over the head.
If you want a beautiful and pious little wife
Who obeys you at all times,
Then stay at home, in your own house
And stop carousing about.
. . . If you will not work to support me,
Then you must wash, spin, and...