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<HEAD>The Lu&s;ty MILLER's Recreation: <HI>OR, The Buxome Females chief Delight.</HI></HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">Being mo&s;t plea&s;ant De&s;ign between a certain Miller, the Good-Wife, and her Three Daughters. A mo&s;t Delectable New Song, <HI>&amp;c.</HI></HEAD>
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<L><HI>Fair</HI> Peggy <HI>fir&s;t to'th Mill with Gri&s;t was &s;ent,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Who pleas'd return'd, but would not tell th' event;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Which</HI> Betty <HI>once perceiving, needs would go,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Who &s;ped in the &s;ame Tune, returned too;</HI></L>
<L><HI>At which the Mother knew not what to gue&s;s,</HI></L>
<L><HI>But did her &s;elf in admiration ble&s;s,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Till</HI> Jenny, <HI>of the Three the Younge&s;t La&s;s,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Would needs go &s;ee how all this came to pa&s;s,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Return the &s;ame; then forth the Mother &s;et,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Who finds the Plot, but ne'r Di&s;cover'd it.</HI></L>
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<OPENER>To a plea&s;ant New Tune.</OPENER>
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<L>THe Good-Wife her Daughter did &s;end to the Miller,</L>
<L>to grind her Gri&s;t neatly, and for to came back;</L>
<L>But you little imagine how full he had fill'd her,</L>
<L>to fill up her Belly as full as her Sack:</L>
<L>And when &s;he came home her Wits were bebritch'd,</L>
<L>her Mother did think &s;he had been bewitch'd;</L>
<L>She ask'd her where &s;he had been loytring all day,</L>
<L>But this was all that the Daughter would &s;ay,</L>
<L><HI>Ay! marry Sir, there's a brave Miller indeed.</HI></L>
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<L>Quoth <HI>Betty</HI> to <HI>Peggy</HI> your Back is all whited,</L>
<L>what has the Miller done? pray tell me truth;</L>
<L>If you have been wronged, then you &s;hall be righted,</L>
<L>for I have heard &s;ay he's a mad merry youth:</L>
<L>Said <HI>Peggy</HI> to <HI>Betty</HI> your &s;uit is in vain,</L>
<L>For <HI>Peggy</HI> o'th Miller would never complain;</L>
<L>For what they could do by Night or by Day,</L>
<L>Still this is all that the Daughter would &s;ay,</L>
<L><HI>Ay! marry Sir, <HI>&amp;c.</HI></HI></L>
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<L>Next morning &s;weet <HI>Betty,</HI> fair <HI>Peggy's</HI> own Si&s;ter,</L>
<L>would venture her Body whatever befell;</L>
<L>But how finely the Miller he hug'd her and ki&s;t her,</L>
<L>that in a while after her Belly did &s;well:</L>
<L>And for to come back again home &s;he did come,</L>
<L>And &s;tood like an Image both &s;en&s;ele&s;s and dumb;</L>
<L>For &s;he being loath for to lo&s;e her &s;weet Play,</L>
<L>This to the Mother the Daughter would &s;ay,</L>
<L><HI>Ay! marry Sir, <HI>&amp;c.</HI></HI></L>
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<L>Alas! quoth the Women, my other poor Daughter,</L>
<L>for &s;he is bewitched as I greatly fear;</L>
<L>But I will take care how I &s;end them hereafter,</L>
<L>if Millers prove Witches, as it with appear:</L>
<L>Then <HI>Be&s;&s;y</HI> and <HI>Peggy</HI> come &s;peak your minds freely,</L>
<L>And let not your &s;elves be thus &s;imple and &s;illy,</L>
<L>Yet for what &s;he could do by Night or by Day,</L>
<L>This it was all that the Daughters would &s;ay.</L>
<L><HI>Ay! marry Sir, <HI>&amp;c.</HI></HI></L>
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<L>Woe's me, crys the Mother, what mean you by this,</L>
<L>my Daughters pray tell me for fain I would know?</L>
<L>I'faith if you will not I'le find what it is,</L>
<L>for unto the Miller I mean for to go:</L>
<L>At which up &s;tarts <HI>Jenny,</HI> the younger o'th three,</L>
<L>And &s;aid, Nay pray Mother for this time &s;end me,</L>
<L>I'le warrant you that I will find out the knack,</L>
<L>And bring you the meaning of (when I come back)</L>
<L><HI>Ay! marry Sir, <HI>&amp;c.</HI></HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Then cries the old Woman once more I will venter,</L>
<L>I know thou art witty, and wilt find no doubt</L>
<L>The meaning of all, &s;o on Hor&s;e-back &s;he &s;ent her,</L>
<L>but when <HI>Jenny</HI> came there, &s;he long held not out;</L>
<L>But under the Stones with much plea&s;ure &s;he fell,</L>
<L>While the Miller &s;o marrily work'd in her Wheel;</L>
<L>Where &s;he held him tack till her Gri&s;t it was ground,</L>
<L>Then home &s;he came jogging, and utter'd this found,</L>
<L><HI>Ay! marry Sir, there's a fine Miller indeed.</HI></L>
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<L>'Tis &s;ure, cries the Mother, my Daughters are mad,</L>
<L>I'le find out the cau&s;e on't whatever betide;</L>
<L>At home you &s;hall &s;tay and abroad no more gad,</L>
<L>for I to the Miller intend for to Ride:</L>
<L>Go Pannel me <HI>Dun</HI> now, and make no reply,</L>
<L>At which <HI>Peggy</HI> &s;tarting, Oh Mother did cry,</L>
<L>(As loath the Old Woman &s;hould know of the Game)</L>
<L>Pray go not for fear you bewitch'd &s;ing the &s;ame,</L>
<L><HI>Ah! marry, <HI>&amp;c.</HI></HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Alas my dear Mother, the Miller is wild,</L>
<L>and if you &s;hou'd go he may do you much harm;</L>
<L>Nay wor&s;e, quoth &s;weet <HI>Betty,</HI> you chance may he &s;poil'd,</L>
<L>for he is Di&s;tracted when once he is warm:</L>
<L>A Spirit does haunt him I know it full well,</L>
<L>Which nothing can lay but a Two-legged Spell?</L>
<L>Then &s;hou'd it get power on you I'am afraid,</L>
<L>you'l be bewitch'd &s;o to &s;ay we've &s;aid,</L>
<L><HI>Ay! marry Sir, <HI>&amp;c.</HI></HI></L>
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<L>Nay Mother, quoth <HI>Jenny,</HI> they are in the right,</L>
<L>for he's a mad Miller I needs mu&s;t declare;</L>
<L>So furious he works that the Stones often &s;mite,</L>
<L>though the Hopper be fill'd, yet he will not forbear:</L>
<L>But heaps it and thru&s;ts it till all the Cogs move,</L>
<L>Vds-bobs, quoth the Mother, &s;uch Millers I love;</L>
<L>Then tell me the cau&s;e, or no longer I'le &s;tay,</L>
<L>how he hath bewitch'd you thus onely to &s;ay,</L>
<L><HI>Ay! marry Sir, <HI>&amp;c.</HI></HI></L>
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<L>Quoth <HI>Jenny</HI> I'le go and I'le ask him the cau&s;e,</L>
<L>nay &s;oft, quoth &s;weet <HI>Betty,</HI> I'm older then you;</L>
<L>'Tis my turn I'le warrant by Birth-right and Laws,</L>
<L>come, come, hold your prating, qd. <HI>Peg,</HI> 'tis my due,</L>
<L>For I'le not be rob'd I'm re&s;olv'd of my right,</L>
<L>But the Gri&s;t to the Mill I will carry this night;</L>
<L>In vain you de&s;ign it, unle&s;s we go all,</L>
<L>Quoth <HI>Jenny,</HI> for I'le declare what did befall,</L>
<L><HI>Ay! marry Sir, <HI>&amp;c.</HI></HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>The Mother ob&s;erving the &s;trife grow &s;o hot,</L>
<L>ne'r &s;tay'd for her Pannel, but mounting a&s;tride,</L>
<L>By kicking and whipping of <HI>Dun</HI> the &s;oon got</L>
<L>to the Millers, who &s;eeing her, took her a&s;ide,</L>
<L>And &s;preading his Sacks, on her back he then lay'd her,</L>
<L>Where in the &s;ame Coin on purpo&s;e he pay'd her;</L>
<L>While the Stones they run round, and merrily play'd,</L>
<L>Till her Gri&s;t was well ground, then returning &s;he &s;aid,</L>
<L><HI>Ay! marry Sir, <HI>&amp;c.</HI></HI></L>
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<L>Then long it was not e're their Bellies did &s;well,</L>
<L><HI>Pegg's, Betty's,</HI> and <HI>Jenny's,</HI> the Mothers likewi&s;e,</L>
<L>But none of them could be per&s;waded to tell</L>
<L>what Champion of <HI>Venus</HI> 'twas made them to ri&s;e;</L>
<L>But &s;till the bold Miller they prais'd for his worth,</L>
<L>Who Tole-free would never <GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 word"> Females come forth,</L>
<L>But labour'd to &s;erve than by night and by day,</L>
<L>While all the brisk La&s;&s;es this of him did &s;ay,</L>
<L><HI>Ay! marry Sir, there's a fine Miller indeed.</HI></L>
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<TRAILER>Finis.</TRAILER>
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<P><HI><HI>Printed for</HI> P. Brooksby, <HI>in VVe&s;t-&s;mith-field.</HI></HI></P>
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