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 is ſurely the girdle that Venus was bound with,

The Graces, her handmaids, all proud put it on;

'Tis ſurely the radiance Aurora is crown'd with,

Who, ſmiling, ariſes, and waits for the ſun.

Oh! wear it, ye laſſes, on every occaſion;

'Tis the nobleſt reproof tis the ſtrongeſt perſuaſion,

Twill keep, nay 't will almoſt retrive reputation,

And laſt, and look lovely, when beauty is gone.

S the miller was going to grind his grain,

He heard an old woman ſadly complain,

O miller, ſaid ſhe, what muſt I give to thee,

to make an old woman look young again.

'Tis twenty guineas, the miller, ſaid he,

Then ſhe jumped about as briſk as a bee,

With all my whole heart, the widow rejoic'd,

For I know I have got a moſt happy choice.

Come fill the bumpers up to the brim,

For I long to be a maiden again,

Then the miller he took her on his back,

And he tumbl'd her head and feet into his ſack.

And unto his houſe he ſoon did return,

And unto his mill did return again ;

Then into the hopper the miller he ſhot her,

And ſwore he would make her look young again.

Then he oil'd her joints and he pair'd her nails,

The wind blew freſn, and he ſoon made ſail,

With a great deal of pleaſure they lay on the maſs,

Then he ſwore he would grind her as ſmall as graſs.

Then out of the hopper ſhe reeling came,

And called to the miller by his name,

O miller, ſaid the, what have you done to me!

For I think in my heart I look young again.