THE
Queen of the Milk-women;
OR,
AN ELEGY
Occasion'd by the Death of, Mrs. E.G.
Who departed this life on Thursday Morning October 6th. 1698.
As allso a full and true Account how she lies in State, and Threescore Milk-women in Mourning for her.
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COme you Lasses and Maids,
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Who pursue Milking Trades,
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With your Pails on your Heads strait appear,
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Whilst I mourn the sad fall,
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Of the Cheif of you All,
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And the best too as much as I hear.
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She's Dead, let each pour
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On her Corps a Milk shower,
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To preserve and to moisten her Clay:
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That a Person so just,
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May'nt too soon turn to Dust,
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Or too soon be to Vermin a Prey.
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Ah! how when alive,
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She grac'd those who survive,
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Who admir'd at the Qualities in her,
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How She look'd like a Lady,
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When She Danc'd upon May Day,
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With her Green Hat and Flanders lace-Pinner.
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But her Maidens may boast
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Of her Charity most,
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And her goodness in giving 'em Liquor:
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For Lord how She'd Swill,
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And give each of'm her fill
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To make 'em more speedy and quicker:
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Both Distiller and Host,
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May lament that she's lost,
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For she was their Frind certain and fast,
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And a Boon Companion,
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As chearful as any one
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Whilst the Quartern and Bottle did last.
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She had other good vertues,
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Which she show'd to all parties,
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As not dashing her new Milk with water,
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And she took as great pleasure
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In fair, and full Measure,
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As the rest of her Trade do in shorter.
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These uncommon deserts,
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May make all True Hearts,
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To conclude that she dy'd well and Godly;
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For if she had not,
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Took up her full Pot,
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Her death would have look'd very Odly.
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But now Threescore Trapes,
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Are in black Cloth, and Crapes,
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As an Argument that she dy'd well.
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I mean well to pass,
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For wise man nor Ass,
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Any more of her Exit can tell.
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She serv'd Queen, her Mistress
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late of, and in distress,
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And I must needs say this to her Honour,
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Tho' Her Mony was good,
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As no doubt a Queen's shou'd
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She had many a fair Coach-Wheel upon her
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As she serv'd High and Great,
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She Lies now in State,
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By Rich and by Poor to be seen,
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With Milk she supply'd
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The Queen Dowager's Bride,
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And of Milk-Women she Dy'd the Queen.
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