The early poems of John Clare 1804-1822: General editor Eric Robinson: Edited by Eric Robinson and David Powell: Associate editor Margaret Grainger |
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THE MILLERS DAUGHTER
A Miller lives a cante cheel
By W[ellan]ds bonny River O
And how tu use his toll dish Weel
Guid feth hes unco' cliver O
He keeps his Meel & sels his Bran
A trick O—Dirty Mil[l]ers O
Guid faith hes in a muckle plan
To come at gold & siller O
By W[ellan]ds bonny River O
And how tu use his toll dish Weel
Guid feth hes unco' cliver O
He keeps his Meel & sels his Bran
A trick O—Dirty Mil[l]ers O
Guid faith hes in a muckle plan
To come at gold & siller O
An' Blythe & strapping in her teens
He has a on'y Dauter O
An O to look upo her Een
It gars ones mou to Water O
Hur shape & size so paring Weel
Gars hur aboon em ony O
Her luiks wou melt a heart O steel
So sonsy & so bony O
He has a on'y Dauter O
An O to look upo her Een
It gars ones mou to Water O
Hur shape & size so paring Weel
Gars hur aboon em ony O
Her luiks wou melt a heart O steel
So sonsy & so bony O
Tho war she bad as dirty Meg
And cookd as Alsie Crowther O
Wi neer a Hosie to her leg
Crow toed & humpie shouther O
Har titles muckle gear & gowd
An Acres one an twenty O
Bow shind hup backd or hou sho wou'd
Theyd fetch har sweet hearts plenty O
And cookd as Alsie Crowther O
Wi neer a Hosie to her leg
Crow toed & humpie shouther O
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An Acres one an twenty O
Bow shind hup backd or hou sho wou'd
Theyd fetch har sweet hearts plenty O
Sic skellums wine & mak a fuss
An cheat the dafty Miller O
Bu al they lang fo is his purs
That howds the gowd & siller O
They ony want his house An Lan
An lov her fo her Riches O
Ther ony scheme an Ony plan
'S to fill ther empty Breeches O
An cheat the dafty Miller O
Bu al they lang fo is his purs
That howds the gowd & siller O
They ony want his house An Lan
An lov her fo her Riches O
Ther ony scheme an Ony plan
'S to fill ther empty Breeches O
O wad she bad sic skelums gane
Spite o' her dirty daddie O
An turn to hear the sighs alane
O her artles looing laddie O
O wad she 'lieve him how he loos
Shed neve loo a nither O
Fo Hymen smiles to thred the Noos
When twa souls hang to gether O
Spite o' her dirty daddie O
An turn to hear the sighs alane
O her artles looing laddie O
O wad she 'lieve him how he loos
Shed neve loo a nither O
Fo Hymen smiles to thred the Noos
When twa souls hang to gether O
To loo an to be lood again
O weres a bigger pleasure O
An woud she tak me fo her own
Shed soon find sic a treasure O
But ah thers naithing int I fear
Is naithing to befriend me O
I doubt the Millers muckle gear
Will surley gae agen me O
O weres a bigger pleasure O
An woud she tak me fo her own
Shed soon find sic a treasure O
But ah thers naithing int I fear
Is naithing to befriend me O
I doubt the Millers muckle gear
Will surley gae agen me O
The Buited fop gars me sing dool
Sin finery gaes before me O
An tho there mowt bee taupie snool
Ther Riches will cam oer em O
—An tho Ise lovd the maid lang sine
An lovd her best o ony O
I neer need think she wad be mine
Sae adieu to the maid so bony O
Sin finery gaes before me O
An tho there mowt bee taupie snool
Ther Riches will cam oer em O
—An tho Ise lovd the maid lang sine
An lovd her best o ony O
I neer need think she wad be mine
Sae adieu to the maid so bony O
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