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PHILIP THE FALCONER.
PHILIP THE FALCONER,
Young Philip the falconer's up with the day,
With his merlin on his arm, And down the mill meadows has taken his way
To hawk—and pray where's the harm? Philip is stalwart, and Philip is young, And Philip, they say, has a musical tongue. The miller's young sister is fresh and is fair, And Philip he always is hawking there! For he vows and declares, believe it or not, There's not in the kingdom, for herons, such a spot ;• And falcons, they say, to fly true to their prey, Should be trained in the morning early.
The miller's to market to buy him some corn,
For work it should never stand still; A maiaen is loitering under the thorn,
In the meadow below the mill; And Philip's grown tired of a bachelor's life— Thinks the miller's young sister would make a good wife: And so comes a whisper, and so comes a smile, And then a long leave-taking over the stile. Oh, when he returns from market, I guess, The miller will find he's a sister the less I For maidens, they say, do not always say " Nay" When they're asked in the morning early.
The miller's returned to a comfortless home,
No maiden's sweet voice is there; He sought o'er the hills, through the valleys and field
For comfort his spirits to cheer. But the birds sang less sweetly, the streams murmured low The winds were all cross, and the mill wouldn't go: But he met little Mary just down by the lea— [hearts free Now they both had long loved, when they thought thei " 0 Mary," he said, and her hand pressed the while, " Shall we talk of our wedding just down by the stile ?" She blushed, turned away, but she didn't say " Nay," So they married one morning early.