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3 That your precepts I soon did forget,

he on me and would have his scope,

Oil is but a folly to fret,

'tis done and for it there's no help.

Then who is the father of it?

come tell me without more delay?

For now I am just in the fit,

to go and hear what he will say.

It is Roger. the damsel reply'd,

he cull'd me his own pretty bird,

And said that I should be his bride,

but he was not so good as his word.

What! Roger that lives in the mill?

yes, verily; Mother the same:

What! Roger that lives in the mill?

I'll hap to him tho' I am lame;

Go fetch me my crutches with speed,

and bring me my spectacles too,

A lecture to him I will read,

shall ring in his ears thro' and thro'.

With that she went hoping away,

and went to oungYoung [sic] Hodge of the mill,