Wit Restor'd/The Miller and the King's Daughter
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The Miller and the King’s Daughter,
By Mr. Smith.
There were two Sisters they went a playing, With a hie downe, downe, a downe-a-To see their fathers ships come sayling in With a hy downe, downe, a downe-a-
And when they came unto the sea-brym, With, &c,The elder did push the younger in; With, &c,
O Sister, O Sister,rake me by the gowne, With, &c,And drawe me up upon the dry ground. With, &c,
O Sister, O Sister, that may not bee, With, &c,
Till salt and oatmeale grow both of a tree; With, &c.
Somtymes she sanke, Somtymes she swam, With, &c.Untill she came unto the mil-dam; With, &c.
The miller runne hastily downe the cliffe, With, &c.And up he betook her withouten her life, With, &c.
What did he doe with her brest bone? With, &c.He made him a viall to play thereupon, With, &c.
What did he doe with her fingers so small? With, &c.He made him peggs to his Violl withall; With, &c.
What did he doe with her nose-ridge? With, &c.Unto his Violl he made him a bridge, With, &c.
What did he do with her Veynes so blewe? with, &c. He made him strings to his Viole thereto; with, &c.
What did he doe with her eyes so bright? with, &c.Upon his Violl he playd at first sight; with, &c.
What did he doe with her tongue soe rough? with, &c.Unto the violl it spake enough; with, &c.
What did he doe with her two shinnes? with, &c.Unto the violl they danc’t Moll Syms; with, &c.
Then bespake the treble string, with, &c.O yonder is my father the King; with, &c.
Then bespake the second string, with, &c.O yonder sitts my mother the Queen: with, &c.
And then bespake the stinges all three, with, &c.
O yonder is my sister that drowned mee. with, &c.
Now pay the miller for his payne, with, &c.And let him bee gone in the divels name. with, &c.