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358 THE MILLER AND THE KING'S DAUGHTEK.
" O sister, O sister, that may not bee,
With, Sec. Till salt and oatmeale grow both of a tree."
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Somtymes she sanke, somtymes she swam,
With, &c. Untill she came unto the mildam. 10
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The miller runne hastily downe the cliffe,
With, &e. And up he betook her withouten her life.
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What did he doe with her brest bone ?
With, &c. He made him a viall to play thereupon.
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What did he doe with her fingers so small ? i»
With, &c. He made him peggs to his violl withall.
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What did he doe with her nose-ridge ?
With, &c. Unto his violl he made him a bridge.
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What did he do with her veynes so blewe ?
With, &c. He made him strings to his viole thereto. a) ~
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