THE
Witty Maid of the West;
OR,
The Miller well thrash'd by Robin the Plowman:
For which Servise he received a Sum of Money, which bought a Ring and paid for the Marriage be-
twixt him and his beloved Nancy.
Tune of, Ladies of London. This may be Printed, R. P.
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WIlliam the Miller, who liv'd in the West,
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A lusty stout Lad, brisk and ayry;
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Now if you will but attend to the Jest,
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I think it will make you all merry:
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There was a Lass that used his Mill,
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Her Name it was pretty fac'd Nancy;
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He would be kissing and courting her still,
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There's no one but she he could fancy.
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She was a beautifull Lass, I declare,
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And one that was wonderfull witty:
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There is not any with her can compare,
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In Country Town or in City:
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Nancy she did the Miller beguile,
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She knew him a Knave by his learing;
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Pray now have patience, and listen a while,
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The Story is well worth your hearing.
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Often he fain would have been at the sport,
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if Nancy she would but be willing,
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And as the Maiden her self did report,
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he gave her full twenty good shil[l]ing;
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She straight did yield, the case it was thus,
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the Lass was resolved to cheat him,
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The twenty Shillings she put in her purse,
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and said at the Mill she would meet him.
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Now for to study some joke she did aim,
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that she in her fancy might glory,
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Then to her true Love the Plowman she came,
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and told him the sum of the story:
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Robin reply'd, my counsel is this,
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we won't stand discoursing and arguing,
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I in a Sack will be carryed as Grist,
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because you shall stand to your bargain.
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Nancy she laugh't and was pleas'd at this thing
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that she might go there without fear;
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Robin to Mill in a Sack she did bring,
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the Miller rejoyc'd to see her;
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Then did he take the load off from Roan,
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for this Maidens Horse was so named,
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And he supposing they then was alone,
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the Miller in love was inflamed.
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Straight he invited her into the Mill,
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for he had a mind to be at her;
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Tho yet she would not submit to his will,
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but told him it was no such matter:
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Thus for a while his Patience was try'd,
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be loving said he my sweet honey,
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Stand to your bargain he often reply'd,
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for you have received my money.
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When for his pleasures long time he had woo'd,
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and she would not let him disgrace her;
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William the Miller began to be rude,
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and straight he began to embrace her:
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Nancy cry'd out, some help I do lack,
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my Troth to another is plighted,
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Robin at this rushed out of the Sack,
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at which the poor Miller was frighted.
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For he in wroth to the Miller did run,
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stout bangs with a Cudgel he gave him;
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Feeling his blows, he cry'd out I am undone,
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and Nancy did likewise beslave him:
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Robin, said he, my Shoulders do ake,
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I pray you no longer abuse me,
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Here's twenty shillings to drink for my sake,
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if you will be pleas'd to excuse me.
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Taking the the money to Nancy he goes,
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abroad I for labour will send thee,
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Thrashing of Millers it is a good trade,
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my Dear for thy wit I commend thee,
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Since thou hast done so worthy a thing,
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I'le Marry and bring thee to bedding,
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This twenty shillings will buy thee a ring,
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the other will pay for our Wedding.
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