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Thou kindest of thy Sex, the Day comes on,
And we must part—^—Alas, will you begon,
She said, aud leave poor harmless me alone ?-~
If I slay 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) distracts my

i [Heart;

Too soon you won me, and too soon we pift.
Then clinging round his Neck, with WeepingEyes.
She fays, Remember me! Allen replies,;:
I'll quicjdy find occasion to return;
You shall not long for Allen's Absence mautn.
Farewelshe cries! But, Dearest, one Word more;
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 Sack; but take it, 'tis your own.
Be careful, Love,——not a Word more, begone.

.... <' -.• r • V ••• '*'. , vu» r Now Allen Ibftly 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\ Palate, in he crept;' I'm right, he fays, dull John all Night has slept. Thenshaking him—Wake Swineherd, Allen cries, I've joyful Ne ws—W hat ? grumbling, Sim replies, l am the luckiest Rogue—by this No Light, t have had full Employment all the Night. The Daughter kindly paid her Father's Score, All Night I have embrac'dher—O the Whore! 0 thou false Tray tor, Clerke/ Thou hast defiTd Our honest Family, deflower'd our Child! Thy Life shall answer it;—with that he caught At Allen's Throat; young Allen stoutly fought. Both give and take, returning Blows with Blows; Efot dllen stroke the Miller on the Nose: :« • . With With all his force; out flies the streaming Gore,

And down it runs. They tumble on the Floor;

Then up they get, labouring with equal Strife:

Shn stumbled backward quite a-crosshis Wife.

She fast a-fleep, none of this Scuffle heard »

Wak'd by his Fall, and heartily afraid! *

Help holy Cross of Broholmel (OI faint)

Help my good}Angel! Help my ^Patron Saint)

fThe Fiend lies on me like a Load of Lead!

Remove this Devil, this Night-Mare, orrmdead!

Then up starts John, and turns 'em from the W ife,

Hunts for a Cudgel to conclude the Strife.

Up gets the Miller, Allen grasps him close,

Both play at hard-head, strugling to get loose.

Out steps the Wife, well knowing where there


In a by-corner, a tough piece of Wood• , On this stie scisM, and by a glimm'ring Light Which enter'd at a Chink saw something white.

But, by a foul Mistake* 'twas her ill hap
To take his bald Pate for the Scholar's Cap.
She lifts the Staff, it fell on his bare Crown,


Strong was the Blow, she knock'd her Husband
OI am Slain, the Miller loudly cry'd.
Live to be hang'd, thou Thief, Allen reply'd.
Away they go, first take their Meal and Cake,
Then lay the Grist upon their Horse's Back.
To Scholars-Hall they march, for now 'twas


Pleas'd with the strange Adventures of the Night.

The Wife the Scholars curses, binds his Head, Then lifts him up, and lays him on the Bed.' O Wife, fays Sim> our Daughter is defil'd, That Villain Allen has debauch'd our Child.; Mistaking me for John, he told me all; Ten thousand Furies plague that Scholars-Hall!

0 false abusive Knave! (the Wife reply'd)

In ev'ryi Word the Villain spake he ly'd. ', ,t

1 wak'd, and heard our harmless Child complain $
And rose, to know the Cause, and ease her Pain.
I found her torn with Gripes, a Dram I brought",
And made her take a comfortable Draught.
Then lay down by her, chaff'd her swelling Breast,
And lull'd her in these very Arms to Rest.

All was Contrivance, Malice all and Spightj:
I have not parted from her all this Night. *- -
Then is Jhe Innocent ? Ay by my Life,

'As pure and spotless as thy Bosom Wife.

Tm satisfied* fays Sim. O that damn'd Hall! t
I'll do the best I can to starve 'em AU.
And thus the Miller of his Fear is eas'd,
The Mother and the Daughter both well pleas'd.

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