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REIGN OF CHARLES II. TO WILLIAM III. |
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ROUND AND ROUND, THE MILL GOES ROUND. In the second part of The Dancing Master, 1696 and 1698, this tune is enttled, The happy Miller. It is printed three or four times over in Pills to purge Melancholy, under different names, and is contained in several of the ballad-operas.
One of the songs in the Pills is—
'• How nappy's the mortal that lives by his mill, That depends on his own, not on Fortune's wheel ; By the sleight of his hand, and the strength of his back, How merrily his mill goes, clack, clack, clack.
How merrily, &c. If his wife proves a scold, as too often 'tis seen, For she may be a scold, sing God bless the Queen ; With his hand to the mill, and his shoulder to the sack, He drowns all discord with the merry clack, clack, clack. He drowns all discord," &c.
There must be another Miller's Song, which I have not found, as the words, " Round and round, the mill goes round," do not occur in the above.
Another of the songs is " The Jovial Cobbler of Saint Helen's. Tune of Mill gots clack." (Pills, iii. 151,, 1707.)
" I am a jovial cobbler, bold and brave, And, as for employment, enough I have |
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For to keep jogging my hammer and my awl, Whilst I sit singing and whistling in my stall.
But there's Dick the carman, and Hodge, who drives the dray
For sixteen or eighteen pence a day,
They slave in the dirt, whilst I, with my awl,
Do get more money sitting, singing, whistling in my stall.
And there's Tom the porter, companion of the pot, Who stands in the street, with his rope and knot, Waiting in a corner to hear who will him call, |
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Whilst I am getting money, money, money in my stall.
And there's the jolly broom-man, his bread for to get, Cries " Brooms " up and down in the open street, And one cries " Broken glasses, though never so small," Whilst I am getting money, money, money in my stall.
And there is a gang of poor smutty souls, Who trudge up and down, to cry " Small coals," With a sack on their back, at the door stand and call,
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Whilst I am getting money, money, money in my stall.
And others there are with another note, Who cry up and down " An old suit or coat," And perhaps, on some days, they get nothing at all, Whilst I sit singing, getting money, money in my stall. |
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