The Unfortunate Miller,
OR,
The Country-Lasses witty Invention:
SHEWING
How he would have Layn with a Maid in his own house;
As also the manner of the Cheat put upon Him,
By which meanes his Man Lawrence grafted a Large pair of Horns upon his Masters Head.
Tune of, Touch of the Times
This may be Printed, R.P.
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ALl you that desire to here of a jest,
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Come listen awhile, and it shall be exprest;
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It is of a Miller that liv'd very near,
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The like of this Ditty you never did here,
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A handsome young Damsel she came to his Mill,
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To have her Corn Ground with a Ready good will,
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As soon as he see her fair beauty so bright,
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He caus'd this young Damosel to tarry all night.
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Said he my dear Jewel it will be ne'r Morn,
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Before my Man Lawrance can Grind my Dears Corn,
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And therefore if thou wilt be Ruled by me,
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At home in my Parlour thy Lodging shall be,
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For I am inflam'd with thy Amorous Charms,
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And therefore this Night thou shalt sleep in my arms,
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I swear it, and therefore it needs must be so
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It is but in vain for to answer me no.
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At this the young Damsel she blushing did stand,
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But straitways the Miller took her by the hand,
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And leading her home to young Gillian his wife,
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Said he my sweet honey, the joy of my Life,
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Be kind to this Maid, for her Father I know,
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And let her lye here in the Parlour below,
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Stout Lawrence my servant, and I, we shall stay
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All Night in the Mill till the Dawning of Day.
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To what he desir'd she straitways agreed,
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And then to the Mill he did hasten with speed,
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He ready was then to leap out of his skin,
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To think of the Bed which he meant to Lye in;
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Now when he was gone, the Maid told his intent,
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To Gillian and they a new Projict invent
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By which they well fitted this Crafty young blade;
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The Miller by Lawrence a Cuckold was made.
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The Maid and his Wife they chang'd Bed for that night
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So that when the Miller came for his delight,
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Straitway to the Parlour Bed he did Repair,
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Insteed of the Damsel wife Gillian was there,
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Which he did Imagin had been the young Lass,
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When after some hours in pleasure they past,
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He ris, and return'd to the Mill Like one wild,
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For fear he had Got the young Damsel with child.
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Then to his man Lawrence the miller did say,
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I have a young damsel both bony and Gay
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Her Eyes are like diamonds her Checks sweet & fair,
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They may with the Rose and the Lilly Compare,
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Her Lips they are like the rich Coral for Red,
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This Lass is at home in my Parlour a Bed,
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And if you go home you may freely enjoy,
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With her the sweet pleasure for she is not Coy.
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His masters kind Proffer he did not refuse,
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But was brisk and Airy, and pleased at the News,
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But said to yourself much beholding I am
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And for a Requital i'le give you my Ram;
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This done lusty Lawrence away home he goes,
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And stript of his Coat, Breeches, likewise shooes & hose
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And went into Bed to young Gillian his dame,
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Yet Lawrence for this was not worthy of blame.
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He little Imagen'd his Dame was in bed,
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And therefore his heart was the freeer from dread,
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The minutes in Pastime and pleasure they spent,
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Unknown to them both, she injoy'd true content,
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Now after a while he his dame had Imbrac'd,
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He Rose and Return'd to the mill in all hast,
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Telling his master of all the delight,
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Which he had injoy'd with that damsel this Night.
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Next morning the maid to the mill did Repair,
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The miller and Lawrence his servant was there,
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His master then whisper'd this word in her Ear,
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How like you to lye with a miller my dear,
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At this the young damsel then laughing out Right
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And said I chang'd Beds with young Gillian last Night,
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If you injoy'd any it was your sweet wife,
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For my part I ne'r lay with man in my Life.
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At this he began for to Rave, stamp and stare,
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Both scratching his Elbows and Hauling his hair,
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And like one distracted about he did Run,
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And oftentimes Crying, ha! what have I done,
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Was ever poor miller so finely betray'd
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By Lawrence my man, I am a Cuckold made,
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The damsel she laught, and was pleas'd in her mind
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And said he was very well serv'd in his kind.
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