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 Now the miller he lives at the Windmill Hill,

And he grinds old women exceeding well,

So now ye old maids and widows rejoice,

For now you have got a moſt happy choice,

Go to him all you that are old and lame,

And he ſwears he'd make you look young again.

OU tell me, dear Molly, you love me ſincere,

be conſtant and true for a while,

While Ion the ocean brave every fear,

And drive ſorrow away with a ſmile.}}

With a ſkin full of grog, & the thoughts of my Molly,

I'll baniſh all ſorrow and drown melancholy,etc

Tho' Phillis and Nancy I have courted, 'tis true,

I will fight for no other, dear Molly, but you.

If in action I chance fall a victim to death,

I fall in my country's defence,

In honour I die, and reſign my laſt breath,

But that, my dear girl's all a chance.

O'er a full flowing bowl I will drink to my Molly,

To baniſh all ſorrow, and drown melancholy, etc.

But ſhould Providence guard me ſafe back to this ſhore,

And return crown'd with gain for my toil,

I will marry, dear Molly, the girl I adore,

She ſhall ſhare all my well earned ſpoil.

With full flowing bowl I will meet my Molly,

And drink to the ſailor who drowns melancholy,

Tro'other young laſſes I have courted, 'tis true,

I will wed with none other, dear Molly, but you.