The Hampshire Miller, short and thick,
With an Overton Widow he's done the trick,
He shook her Plum-tree,
they chance to catch a fall,
Upslipt her Cloaths, Smock and all,
A woman peep'd through a hole,
she is short and thick,
And see the Miller and Widow do the trick.
To the Tune of, The Languishing Swain.
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A Miller liv'd near Overton,
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And he a prity trick has done,
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He lov'd a Widow day by day,
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With her he us'd to sport and play.
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On Midlent Sunday last, they say,
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To the widows house he took his way,
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And presently the door he entred in,
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To Coucking then he did begin.
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The street door with all speed was lockt,
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She had a mind for to be dockt,
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The back door she pinned with all speed,
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And lovingly they were agreed.
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Up stairs together they did high,
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The Miller lov'd her Coney Pye,
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To shake her Plum-tree he was not slack
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But presently she was on her back.
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THe Miller craul'd into her Saddle,
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And for to Ride while he was able,
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It made'em blow, & his breath was short,
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The widow gave him no thanks for't.
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The Miller lay upon his belly,
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To please the widow, as I may tell ye,
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A short woman peept thro' a hole odsbones
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And said, the Miller had spoil'd his stones
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The widow wears a Mantue Gown,
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And she will sport for half a Crown,
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With any Miller in the Land,
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If 'twill not rise she'll make it stand.
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The widow having Nuts in store,
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The man he was for one touch more,
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Have at thy Plum-tree now by guess,
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For widow I can do no less.
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My Nut-Crackers they have been try'd,
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By you it cannot be deny'd.
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They be the best in all the Town,
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But I have rumpel'd thy Mantue gown.
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The Millers Nut-Crackers, they say,
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Will pass the tedious time away,
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He cract the Nut, and left the Curnel behind,
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He's a loving man, the widow kind.
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The Miller's Wifes Answer.
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The woman she was in a rage,
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Because her husband he did Gage
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The Sluts Fish pond, that runs so clear
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And for it he has paid so dear.
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The Miller aged, and is old,
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That made the woman for to scold,
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You ramble the Town for a fresh bit,
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O husband you will spoil your spit.
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Those wanton trickes has cost him mony,
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By playing with the widows Coney,
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But he is resolv'd to mend his life,
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And be contented with his wife.
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Husband leave kissing up and down,
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And be contented with your own,
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Come cross the book for you are kind,
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And forgive the debt that is behind.
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Come Husband lead an honest life,
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And be contented with thy wife,
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Ill pardon what is gone and past,
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If thou wilt mend thy life at last.
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Millers be kind unto your wives,
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And then you may live contented lives
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The short man loves a widow, & so adieu
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Come buy these lines for they are true.
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