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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 freſh, and he ſoon made ſail,

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

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 ſhe, what have you done to me!

For I think in my heart I look young again.

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