English Tales/The Farmer's Wife and the Raven

Betwixt her swagging baskets' load A Farmer's Wife to chepping rode. And jogging on, with thoughtful care, Summed up the gains of her ware; When starting from her silver dream,                                                                                                                  Thus far and wide was heard her scream. "That Raven on yon left-hand oak, Damn on his ill-betiding croak, Bodes me no good." No more she said. When poor blind Bob, with stumbling tread, Fell down; overwended the baskets lay. And her mashed eggs bestrewed the way. She, sprawling on the yellow road, , swore, and : "You croaking Toad, An take your devil throat; I knew mishap in the ." "Dame," quoth the Raven, "spare your oaths. Unclench your fist, and wipe your clothes. But why on me those damns thrown? Goody, the was all your own; For had you laid this brittle ware On Dun, the old sicker-footed Mare, Though all the Ravens of the hundred With croaking had your tongue out-thundered. Sicker-footed Dun had kept her legs. And you, good Woman,  your eggs."