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 He sat down on the bed, and the ass gave a groan;

He said, My dear jewel, I beg you'll not moan;

I long have admired your beautiful face,

And now I have bought you, I will you embrace,

So then into bed he tumbled amain,

But to his surprise he was kick'd out again.

Fal lal de ral, etc.

What the devil is this in my chamber? said he,

Said Jack, 'tis the ass that the Miller gave me.

That rogue of a Miller has trick'd me at last,

Instead of his wife has sent his she ass.

Then he said to his servants, my counsel pray keep,

And turn this damn'd ass into the street.

Fal lal de ral, etc.

The ass she was found the next day at a fair,

Which made all the country gaffers to stare;

The pinners and smock they took from her hide,

And held it convenient the ass should be cry'd.

The Miller he came, and the ass he did own,

And thro' every village the story was known.

Fal lal de ral, etc.







AREWEL to spring, virgins and wives,

Blithe bloom when saffron grows dark,

Our harvest is come, come lads to your reaping,

Your sickles are keen, come lads to your reaping,

Come lasses to glean, plough and sow.

The sun peeps so broad, and the twylight is flown,

The dawn of the morning throws off the grey gown,

Come lads to your labour, 'tis welcome the day,

Your hearty meal's meat shall your labour repay.