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T Trompington, not far from Cambridge,
[ftood; Across a pleasant Stream,a Bridge of Wood. Near it, a Mill, in low and plathy Ground, Where Corn for all the neighb'ring Parcs was
[grown'd. The sturdy Miller with his powder'd Locks, Proud as a Peacock, fubtle as a Fox, Could Pipe, and Fish, and Wrestle, throw a Net, Turn drinking Cups, and teach young Dogs to Set.
Brawny, big-bon'd, strong made was every Limb,
This Miller's Wife came of a better Race, The Parson's Daughter of the Town she was. Her Portion small, her Education high, She had her Breeding in a Nunnery. Whoe’er he Marry'd (Simkin boldly said) Should be a Maid, well born, and nicely bred.
You'd laugh to see him, in his best Array, Strutting before her on a Holyday. If any boldly durft accost his Wife, He drew his Dagger, or his Sheffield Knife. 'Tis dang’rous to provoke a jealous Fool; She manag’d cunningly her stubborn Tool. To all beneath her insolently high, Walk'd like a Duck, and chatter'd like a Pye : Proud of her breeding, froward, full of Scorn, - As if she were of noble Parents born. With other Virtues of the same degree, All learn'd in that choice School, the Nunnery.
Their Daughter was just twenty, course and
[bold. A Boy too in a Cradle, fix Months old. Thick, short, and brawny, this plump Damsel was, Her Nose was flat, her Eyes were grey as Glass.
Her Haunches broad, with Breasts up to her Chin, Fair was her Hair, but tawny was her Skin.
A mighty Trade this lusty Miller drove, All for Convenience came, not one for Love. Much Grift from Cambridge to his lot did fall, And all the Corn they us'd at Scholars Hall. Their Manciple fell dangerously ill ; Bread must be had, their Grist went to the Mill. This Simkin moderately stole before, Their Steward fick, he robb’d'em tentimes more. Their Bread fell fhort; the Warden storm'd; with
[Skill, Examin'd those who brought it from the Mill. The Miller to a ftri&t account they call, He impudently swears, he gave 'em all.
Two poor young Scholars, hungry, much di
[ftress'd, (Who thought themselves more wise than all the
: Intreat the Warden, the next Corn he sent,
To trust it to their prudent Management.
At last the Warden grants what they desire,
[Bora, . They mount, and lead the Horse that bears the
Ho Sim, says John, what ho, the Miller there? Who calls, cries Simkin, tell me who you are?