When I am married I shall be my own mistress: my father shall have no say.
On market day, I’ll spend money on what I will. If there is none, why then I’ll earn by spinning and sewing and none can say a word against it, with me a being wife and all.
They say such things about unwed women. All they do seems shameful. I’ll none of that
I dream of my wedding: the music and the feasting and the joy.
There will have to be a husband, I suppose.
But that’s a price I’ll gladly pay for freedom.
Tom Juniper Poetry 