%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> Grist ground at Last./ OR,/ The Frolick in the Mill./ Millers that grind each pretty Lasses Grist,/ Consider now how many you have kist:/ And see if any with kind Molly can/ Compare: if not, pray all from hence be gone./ Yet stay and hear the Song, 'tis rare and new;/ And Millers know such things are often true. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1684-1686 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 08/23/2007 21115

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3.110 R227199 1 Give ear a while, &c. or, Winchester Wedding The King's Jig; Winchester wedding Give Ear Awhile, etc., or, Winchester Wedding GIve ear a while to my Ditty,/ all you that intend to be merry, Says old Symon the King,/ says old Symon the King,/ With a thread-bare Cloak and a mamsy Nose,/ sing hey ding, ding, a ding ding. hinged broadsheet with verso; set-off from another ballad, (?tympan sheet): " The Wonder of this present Age./ OR, An Account of a/ MONSTER" (see Pepys 4.285); origianl text faces left and in facsimile the text faces right. Pepys 3.110 Wing G2053 Pepys Library The Pepys ballads : facsimile volume Editor W.G. Day D.S. Brewer Cambridge [England] 1987 Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 110 Grist ground at Last./ OR,/ The Frolick in the Mill./ Millers that grind each pretty Lasses Grist,/ Consider now how many you have kist:/ And see if any with kind Molly can/ Compare: if not, pray all from hence be gone./ Yet stay and hear the Song, 'tis rare and new;/ And Millers know such things are often true. Grist ground at Last. OR, The Frolick in the Mill. Millers that grind each pretty Lasses Grist, Consider now how many you have kist: And see if any with kind Molly can Compare: if not, pray all from hence be gone. Yet stay and hear the Song, 'tis rare and new; And Millers know such things are often true. Grist Ground at Last. Or, the Frolic in the Mill. Millers That Grind Each Pretty Lass's Grist, Consider Now How Many You Have Kissed: And See If Any With Kind Molly Can Compare: If Not, Pray All From Hence Be Gone. Yet Stay and Hear the Song, It Is Rare and New; And Millers Know Such Things Are Often True. 1/2 sheet oblong folio, hinged, 200 x 306 cropped top and right edges cast fleurons 1684-1686 Printed for J. Clark, W. Thackeray, and T. Passinger. J. Clark, W. Thackeray, T. Passinger Blagden

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 Taxonomy used by Pepys to Organize Ballads in Albums A Small Promiscuous Supplement Devotion & Morality Drinking & Good Fellowship History - True & Fabulous Humour, Frollicks &c Love Pleasant Love Pleasant and Unfortunate Love Unfortunate Marriage Sea State & Times Tragedy Various Subjects Early Modern Center Ballad Project Keyword Taxonomy advice affliction/health alcohol animals/nature appearance Bible/biblical figures buildings/architecture catastrophe children class clothing/fashion country/nation crime death economics/trade entertainment family/procreation folklore gender historical figures & events holidays/seasons infidelity law London love maritime marriage military/war monstrosity mythology/Classical world news nobility/court politics/government punishment religious concepts religious figures religious types & sects royalty rural life servitude sex/sexuality supernatural/magic The New World travel trickery/deceit urban life vice violence virtue vulgarities/crass humor Library of Congress Subject Heading Taxonomy 8/23/2007 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Love Pleasant 08/23/2007 Checker Patrick Ludolph fixed some of the formatting 08/15/2007 Checker Patrick Ludolph transcription and metadata checked, xml 08/16/2006 Checker Jessica Murphy transcription checked 06/28/2006 Transcriber Unknown Original Transcription (possibly Pavneet Aulakh) 08/23/2004 Bibliographer Simone Chess Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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G Ive ear a while to my Ditty, all you that intend to be merry, I'll sing you a song that's witty, of which you will never be weary: The matter I plain must tell ye, is of a conceit re[f]in'd, The pretty device of Molly, who has so often been kind: Says old Symon the King, says old Symon the King, With a thread-bare Cloak and a mamsy Nose, sing hey ding, ding, a ding, ding.
She went to the Mill with her Grist, to see it most neatly ground, But found the Miller i'th' Mist, for his stones they would not go round. He try'd, and he try'd again, but he could not make them obey; His labour he lost in vain, and could not tell what to say: Saies old Symon the King, saies old Symon the King, With a thread-bare Cloak and a mamsy nose, sing hey ding, ding, a ding, ding.
She takes the matter in hand as loath of any delay, Whilst the Miller amazed did stand, she thus unto him did say: Come hoist up the Canvas with speed, and I'l make the Stones go round; The Cogs from Cob-webs once freed, my Grist will quickly be ground: Saies old Symon the King, saies old Symon the King, With a thread-bare Cloak and a mamsy Nose, sing hey ding ding a ding ding. Then strait the sailes were drawn up, expos'd to the weather and wind; When as the Miller a top, the weather-vein right did find; Yet found the motion but small, which made him begin to misdoubt, That he should do nothing at all, for Molly began to pout: Saies old Symon etc. But urging her Grist to be ground, the fault she long searcht to know, And the Vice of the Mill she found, for why? the Stones were too low; Then gently she moved the Beam,
and setl'd them in their place, When round the sailes did skim, and her Grist was ground apace. Saies old Symon etc. More Sacks on the Mill was the cry, let's now work and save the wind; But at last the Miller lay by, he had no more Grist to grind: But glad was to find one so witty to help him out at a dead lift, Swearing that none so pretty had e're set his Mill adrift: Saies old Symon etc. Her Grist she had Tole-free away, & might have the like when she pleas'd For the Miller he ne'r said her nay, since his labour was mightily eas'd: The Lasses that came to the Mill, they envy'd poor Molly 'tis true; But let them say all what they will, Molly's the best of the Crew: Saies old Symon the King, saies old Symon the King, With a thread-bare Cloak and a mamsy Nose, sing hey ding ding a ding ding.
F I N I S.
Printed for J. Clark, W. Thackeray, and T. Passinger.