Mirth and Metre consisting of Poems, Serious, Humorous, and Satirical; Songs, Sonnets, Ballads & Bagatelles. Written by C. Dibdin, Jun |
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CLICK CLACK.
A Miller I am, and respected's my name,
And some three or four years since I buried my dame;
A good soul she was, tho' my patience she tried,
But I found a vast change in the house when she died;
For 'tween her and my mill seem'd perpetual strife,
For click clack went my mill, and click clack went my
wife.
And some three or four years since I buried my dame;
A good soul she was, tho' my patience she tried,
But I found a vast change in the house when she died;
For 'tween her and my mill seem'd perpetual strife,
For click clack went my mill, and click clack went my
wife.
A daughter she left me, her image complete,
Whom I fancied would render life's evening sweet;
But she fell in love, and so then we fell out,
And from morning to night here's a pother and rout;
So her mother forget, while she lives I ne'er shall,
For click clack goes my mill, and click clack goes my
girl.
Whom I fancied would render life's evening sweet;
But she fell in love, and so then we fell out,
And from morning to night here's a pother and rout;
So her mother forget, while she lives I ne'er shall,
For click clack goes my mill, and click clack goes my
girl.
I've a little welch maid, with a spirit quite high,
And at her, I own, I have cast a sheep's eye;
But she's not to be caught by a pray'r or a purse,
So perhaps I may take her for better or worse;
And then my wife's spirit will never be laid,
For click clack goes my mill, and click clack goes my
maid.
And at her, I own, I have cast a sheep's eye;
But she's not to be caught by a pray'r or a purse,
So perhaps I may take her for better or worse;
And then my wife's spirit will never be laid,
For click clack goes my mill, and click clack goes my
maid.
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