Sir John Mennes, "Wit Restor'd In severall select poems Not formerly publisht" (London: R. Pollard, N. Brooks, and T. Dring, 1658), pp. 51-54: The Miller and the King's Daughter By Mr. Smith. There were two Sisters they went a playing, With a hie downe, downe, a downe-a- To see their fathers ships come sayling in With a hy downe, downe, a downe-o- And when they came unto the sea-brym, With, &c, The elder did push the younger in; With, &c. O Sister, O Sister, take me by the gowne, With, &c, And drawe me up upon the dry ground. With, &c. O Sister, O Sister, that may not bee, With, &c. Till salt and oatmeale grow both of a tree; With, &c. Somtymes she sanke, Somtymes she swam, With, &c. Untill she came unto the mil-dam; With, &c. The miller runne hastily downe the cliffe, With &c, And up he be took her withouten her life, With, &c. What did he doe with her brest bone? With, &c. He made him a viall to play thereupon, With, &c. What did he doe with her fingers so small? With, &c. He made him peggs to his Violl withall; With, &c. What did he doe with her nose-ridge? With, &c. Unto his Violl he made him a bridge, With, &c. What did he do with her Veynes so blewe? with, &c. He made him strings to his Viole thereto; with, &c. What did he doe with her eyes so bright? with, &c. Upon his Violl he playd at first sight; with, &c. What did he doe with her tongue soe rough? with, &c. Unto the violl it spake enough; with, &c. What did he doe with her two shinnes? with, &c. Unto the violl they danc't Moll Syms; with, &c. Then bespake the treble string, with, &c. O yonder is my father the King; with, &c. Then bespake the second string, with &c. O yonder sitts my mother the Queen: with, &c. And then bespake the stringes all three; with, &c. O yonder is my sister that drowned mee. with, &c. Now pay the miller for his payne, with, &c. And let him bee gone in the divels name. with, &c.
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