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<DATE>2009-03-05</DATE>
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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<ITEM>Proofed and reviewed as part of batch B081155.pdcc.</ITEM>
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<VID>181875</VID>
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<HEAD>Gri&s;t ground at La&s;t.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub"><HI>OR, The Frolick in the Mill.</HI></HEAD>
<ARGUMENT>
<L>Millers that grind each pretty La&s;&s;es Gri&s;t,</L>
<L>Con&s;ider now how many you have ki&s;t:</L>
<L>And &s;ee if any with kind <HI>Molly</HI> can</L>
<L>Compare: if not, pray all from hence be gone.</L>
<L>Yet &s;tay and hear the Song, 'tis rare and new;</L>
<L>And Millers know &s;uch things are often true.</L>
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<OPENER>Tune of, <HI>Give ear a while,</HI> &amp;c. or, <HI>Winche&s;ter Wedding.</HI></OPENER>
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<L>GIve ear a while to my Ditty,</L>
<L>all you that intend to be merry</L>
<L>I'll &s;ing you a &s;ong that's witty</L>
<L>of which you will never be wear<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter"></L>
<L>The matter I plain mu&s;t tell ye,</L>
<L>is of a conceit refin'd,</L>
<L>The pretty device of <HI>M<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">lly,</HI></L>
<L>who has &s;o often been kind:</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Says old</HI> Symon <HI>the King,</HI></L>
<L><HI>&s;ays old</HI> Symon <HI>the King,</HI></L>
<L><HI>With a thread-bare Cloak and a mam&s;y No&s;e,</HI></L>
<L><HI>&s;ing hey ding, ding, a ding, ding.</HI></L>
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<L>She went to the Mill with her Gri&s;t,</L>
<L>to &s;&eacute;e it mo&s;t neatly ground,</L>
<L>But found the Miller i' th' Mi&s;t,</L>
<L>for his &s;tones they would not go round.</L>
<L>He try'd, and he try'd again,</L>
<L>but he could not make them obey;</L>
<L>His labour he lo&s;t in vain,</L>
<L>and could not tell what to &s;ay:</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Saies old</HI> Symon <HI>the King,</HI></L>
<L><HI>&s;aies old</HI> Symon <HI>the King,</HI></L>
<L><HI>With a thread-bare Cloak and a mam&s;y no&s;e,</HI></L>
<L><HI>&s;ing hey ding, ding, a ding, ding.</HI></L>
</LG>
</LG>
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<LG>
<L>She takes the matter in hand</L>
<L>as loath of any delay,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t the Miller amazed did &s;tand,</L>
<L>&s;he thus unto him did &s;ay:</L>
<L>Come hoi&s;t up the Canvas with &s;peed,</L>
<L>and I'l make the Stones go round;</L>
<L>The Cogs from Cob-webs once freed,</L>
<L>my Gri&s;t will quickly be ground:</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Saies old</HI> Symon <HI>the King,</HI></L>
<L><HI>&s;aies old</HI> Symon <HI>the King,</HI></L>
<L><HI>With a thread-bare Cloak and a mam&s;y No&s;e</HI></L>
<L><HI>&s;ing hey ding ding a ding ding.</HI></L>
</LG>
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<L>Then &s;trait the &s;ailes were drawn up,</L>
<L>expos'd to the weather and wind;</L>
<L>When as the Miller a top,</L>
<L>the weather-vein right did find;</L>
<L>Yet found the motion but &s;mall,</L>
<L>which made him begin to misdoubt,</L>
<L>That he &s;hould do nothing at all,</L>
<L>for Molly began to pout:</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Saies old</HI> Symon &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But urging her Gri&s;t to be ground,</L>
<L>the fault &s;he long &s;earcht to know,</L>
<L>And the Vice of the Mill &s;he found,</L>
<L>for why? the Stones were too low;</L>
<L>Then gently &s;he moved the Beam,</L>
<L>and &s;etl'd them in their place,</L>
<L>When round the &s;ailes did skim,</L>
<L>and her Gri&s;t was ground apace.</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Saies old</HI> Symon &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
</LG>
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<L>More Sacks on the Mill was the cry,</L>
<L>let's now work and &s;ave the wind;</L>
<L>But at la&s;t the Miller lay by,</L>
<L>he had no more Gri&s;t to grind:</L>
<L>But glad was to find one &s;o witty</L>
<L>to help him out at a dead lift,</L>
<L>Swearing that none &s;o pretty</L>
<L>had e're &s;et his Mill adrift:</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Saies old</HI> Symon &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
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<L>Her Gri&s;t &s;he had Tole-free away,</L>
<L>&amp; might have the like when &s;he pleas'd</L>
<L>For the Miller he ne'r &s;aid her nay,</L>
<L>&s;ince his labour was mightily eas'd:</L>
<L>The La&s;&s;es that came to the Mill,</L>
<L>they envy'd poor Molly 'tis true;</L>
<L>But let them &s;ay all what they will,</L>
<L>Molly's the be&s;t of the Crew:</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Saies old</HI> Symon <HI>the King,</HI></L>
<L><HI>&s;aies old</HI> Symon <HI>the King,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Wi<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">h a thread-bare Cloak and a mam&s;y No&s;e,</HI></L>
<L><HI>&s;ing hey ding ding a ding ding.</HI></L>
</LG>
</LG>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P>Printed for J. Clark, W. Thackeray, and T. Pa&s;&s;inger.</P>
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