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Welcome to Hyperion Records, an independent British classical label devoted to presenting high-quality recordings of music of all styles and from all periods from the twelfth century to the twenty-first.
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Draw near you country girls And listen unto me I’ll tell you all a new conceit concerning huswifrey: Three aunts I had of late, Good huswifes all were they But cruel death hath taken The best of them away.
O this was one of my aunts And the best of all the three And surely though I say it myself, A cleanly woman was she.
But when she went to see Her cattle in the fields, When she comes home two pounds of dirt Hang dragling at her heels. And there she let it hang From Candlemas to May, And then she took a hatchet in hand And chopped it clean away.
Another trick she had As I shall now declare, She only swept the house out About four times a year, And when she swept the hall The parlour or the spence, The dust was worth to her, at least, A shilling or fourteen pence.
The garment she did wear Did shine like a brazen crock, And where she went she bore such a scent That the flies blew up her frock. If otherwise she had but of a dishclout fail She’d set them for the dog to lick And wipe them with his tail.
My aunt so curious was, As I to you may tell, She used to make fat puddings In markets for to sell. The smallest candle’s end My aunt would never lose It would help to make her puddings fat With the droppings of her nose.
But to conclude in haste, I hold it not amiss I love a cleanly huswife well As may appear by this. I love a cleanly huswife well, As may appear by this.