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My house is straight, but you are learned men;-
You can by dint of argument maintain,
That twenty yards a mile in breadth comprise:
Now shew your art, and make a miller wise.
You're merry friend; but wet and clammy earth:
Hunger and cold, provokes few men to mirth.
A man complies with necessary things,
Content with what he finds, or what he brings,
'Tis meat and drink we earnestly desire;
To warm and dry us with a better fire.
Look, we have coin to pay what
demand! We ne'er catch falcons with an empty hand.
Sim sends his daughter to a neighb'ring house For good Arong ale, and roasts a well-fed goose. Tho' hoinely was this room, it was not small; They had no other, it muft serve them all. The daughter makes for these two youths a bed, Lays on clean sheets, with blankets fairly spread. Twelve foot beyond in the remotest place, There stood another for their daughter Grace. The supper does with sprightly mirth abound, Each has his jest, the nappy ale goes round.
. Nor the squab daughter, nor the wife were nice, Each health the youths began, Sim pledg’d it twice.
The heady liquor ftupifies their care,
But midnight past, they all to reft repair.
The miller yawn'd, his eyes began to close;
The wife got sim to bed, he had his dose.
She follow'd him, but she was gay and light,
Her whistle had been wetted too that night;
She plac'd the child in cradle by her fide,
To give it suck, or rock it if it cry'd.
The daughter too, when once the ale was gone,
Retir’d to bed; so Allen did, and John.
Sleep on the most did instantly prevail;
The miller's lufty dose of potent ale
Made him like any stone-horse snort and snore,
The treble was behind the base before:
The wife's horse-tenor vacant parts did fill,
The daughter bore her part with wondrous skill,
They might be heard a furlong from the mill.
When this melodious confort first began,
Young Allen tumbling, pushes his friend John.
It is impoffible to sleep, he says,
I'll up and dance, while this choice musick plays.
He cries, What means my brother ? --Allen said,
I mean to steal into the daughter's bed.
'Tis said, the man who in one point is griev'd,
Ought in another point to be reliey'd.
Our corn is stoln, and we like fools are caught,
The daughter shall repay the father's fault.
O Allen, he replies, think while you can,
'Fore heav'n the miller is a dangerous man!
Should he discover you, I would be loath
The thief should wreak his vengeance on us both..
I fear him not, says Allen, I am young;
Tho' he's well set, my finews are as strong,
Then up he gets; now friend good luck (he said.) • The daughter's trumpet led him to her bed.
Half stupify'd with ale, she sprawling lay;
He foftly creeping in, foon hit his way;
Soon put all knotty questions out of doubt,
Stopping her mouth, prevented crying out.
John grumbling lay, while Allen's place was void,
Am I then idle, while my friend's employ'd ?
He can revenge himseif for all his harms,
He has the miller's daughter in his arms,
While I lie fpiritless, benumb'd and cold;
I shall be jear'd to death when this is told
They nothing can perform, who.ne'er begin :
Faint heart, they say, did ne'er fair lady win.
Then up he rose, and softly groaping round, He found the cradle standing on the ground, Close by the iniller's bed; this un'espy'd
He took, and set it by his own bed-fide.
- The miller's wife had no more grist to grind,
(Some mills by water move, and some by wind.)
The proper utensil not plac'd at hand,
She rose, by pure necessity constrain'd.
That grand affair dispatch'd, and feeling round
Her husband's bed; no cradle could be found.
Where am I? Benedicite, she said !
This is undoubtedly the scholars bed.
Then turning t'other way, her hand did light
Full on the cradle, Now, she cry'd, I am right.
Lifting the clothes, into the bed she leap'd,
And close to John full harmlesly she crept:
In a short time he takes her in his arms,
And kindly treats her with unusual charms.
She thought (ftrange fancies working in her mind)
Some Saint had made her husband over-kind.
Propitious stars this fortune did bestow
On both, till the third cock began to crow.
Now Allen fanfied light would soon appear,
He kiss'd the wench, and said, My Grace, my dear;
Thou kindert of thy sex, the day comes on,
And we must part Alas, will you be gone,
She said, and leave poor harmless me alone?-
If I stay longer, we are both undone;
For should your father wake and find me here,
What will become of me, and you my dear?
That dreadful thought (she cries) diftra&ts my heart
Too soon you won me, and too soon we part.
Then clinging round his neck, with weeping eyes,
She says, Remember me! Allen replies,
IN quickly find occasion to return;
You shall not long for Allen's absence mourn.
Farewel she cries ! But, deareft, one word morc;
You'll find upon a sack behind the door
A cake, and under it a bag of meal:
The flour my father and my self did steal
Out of your fack; but take it, 'tis your own.
Be careful, love, not a word more be gone.
Now Allen softly feeling for his bed,
By chance his hand laid on the cradle-head,
And shrinking from it, said (with no small fear)
That rogue the miller, and his wife lie there.
Turning, he finds sim's Palate, in he crept;
I'ın right, he says, dull John all night has dept.