Found amidst some old forgotten parchments, somewhere in the early British North American colonies. An amazing find; a real slice of life.
Please, my dearest husband, My troth. My love God has’t put us together like hand in glove. In love we are united, By ne’er ending laundry Are we very much plighted Your will is generally my command I know I do not merit it, But if I have but one demand, my dearest love, my treasure bright, please do not amongst the colors, place your laundry white.