THE
Crafty Maid of the West:
OR,
The lusty brave Miller of the Western Parts finely trapan'd.
A merry new Song to fit Young-men and Maids.
Tune of, Packingtons Pound.
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YOu Millers, and Taylors, & Weavers each one
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I'd wish you to listen unto my new Song:
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Here a good example I open will lay,
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Of a lusty brave Miller that late went astray:
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He out-past the Cobler, though he was so wild,
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In one week to get nine wenches with Child;
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Let Millers take heed how they mischeif devise,
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Ordeal with young wenches that's crafty & wise.
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This Miller was lusty, was stout, and was strong,
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And to many Maidens he did much wrong;
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If he met with a Lass was fair to the eye,
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He'd have a bout with her, or he would know why:
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He'd smooth up mens wives if he see them willing,
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With a peck of Wheat, or else an odd shilling.
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Let Millers etc.
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There dwelt a young damosel both handsom & fair,
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And many a Suiter to her did repair:
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Among all the rest this Miller would be
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A Suiter unto her, and her would go see:
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An Inn-keepers servant this Maiden she was,
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But a Husbandmans daughter it so came to pass.
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Let Millers etc.
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He put on his best clothes, and he powder'd his hair,
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As if he had been some Gentlemans heir,
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With his boots & his spurrs, & his hanger so brave,
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And a lusty brave horse to carry this knave:
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Thus Gentleman like from the top to the Toe
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Where this damosel did dwell the Miller did go.
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Let Millers take heed how they mischeif devise,
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Or deal with young wenches that's crafty & wise.
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The Second Part, to the same Tune.
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HE call'd for his Chamber or a private Room,
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To speak with this Maid quickly and soon:
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But when he espy'd her he did admire
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Her beauty at present set his heart on fire:
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All haile thou fair Virgin the Miller did cry,
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Grant me but your favour or else I shall die.
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Let Millers take heed how they mischeif devise,
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Or deal with young wenches that's crafty & wise.
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The damosel with modesty straitway reply'd,
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What good I can do you its ne'r be deny'd;
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Why then I will tell you my fairest (said he)
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It is but to have one nights lodging with thee,
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No silver nor gold shall part us in twain,
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Besides a friend to thee I will remain:
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If thou dost prove true I will marry thee,
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Therefore my sweet Virgin take pity on me.
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But first I must tell you I have made an oath
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And now for to break it I am very loath:
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The first man that ever in bed to I go,
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He must be stark naked from top to the toe;
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With all my heart honey the Miller replied,
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I like well thy motion, its ne'r be deny'd.
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Besides (said the damosel) three pounds in my hand
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I mean for to have if this bargain do stand.
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The mony he gave her unto her desire,
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And all things she granted that he did require:
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His bed she then sheeted both handsome & brave,
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And finely trappan'd this cheating young knave,
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She mistrusted what porrage this Miller did mind,
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Which made the young maid to fit him in's kind.
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Let Millers etc.
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She got some horse hair and chopt very small,
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And some Nettle-seeds to mix it withal:
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She drest them and sift them and put them in bed,
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This was a good way to save her Maidenhead:
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And when she had done it away she went,
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And straightway sit by him as no harm she meant.
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Remember your promise sweet Lady, said he,
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Your Bed sir is ready, then strait reply'd she.
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So this lusty brave Miller to bed then he goes[,]
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According to his promise he doft all his cloth[es,]
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His breeches, his doublet, his shirt and his ha[t,]
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For he was in hopes to have a bit for his Cat,
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But he was deceived as it doth appear,
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But now all the cream of the jest you shall hea[r.]
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Let Millers etc.
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Long this brave Miller in bed did not lye,
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But he thought that his sweetheart would c[ome]
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by and by,
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Instead of his sweetheart he rubbed his eyes
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His sides, back and belly, yet loath for to rise,
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He scratched & rubbed, his clothes tore and ren[t,]
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With fretting & sweating his breath almost sp[ent,]
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At last out of bed he got and he swore
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As if the Room in pieces he'd tore.
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The Tapster then seeing him naked to stand,
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He chanced to have a horse-whip in his hand,
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For pitty now help the miller did cry,
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That I will (said the Tapster) anon by and by:
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He whipt him about the Chamber so sore
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Made him to bepiss all the Chamber floor,
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Because he perceived his actions were base,
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He ne'r pittied the miller, but jeer'd him to's fac[e.]
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The maid she laugh'd at him and thus did reply
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Sir I was a coming why did you not lye?
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But the miller he fretted, he curst, & he cry'd
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Must I lose my mony and be punish'd beside?
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You'r right enough served then straight replied she[, ]
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Your mony you ne'r shall have more out of me;
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You'st pay for your wit, tho you thought me beguil[d]
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I have cool'd his courage for being so wild.
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The miller himself no answer could make,
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But stood like a Bull that was baited at Stake:
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At last in a rage away he did ride,
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With his back all beblister'd and so was his side;
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The maid was commended for serving him so,
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But the miller is jeered by all that him know.
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Let Millers take heed etc.
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