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THE
MONK
AND
MILLER’S WIFE.
Now lend your lugs, ye benders fine,
Wha ken the benefit o' wine,
An' ye wha laughin' scud brown ale,
Leave jinks a wee, an' hear a tale.
Wha ken the benefit o' wine,
An' ye wha laughin' scud brown ale,
Leave jinks a wee, an' hear a tale.
An honest miller won’d in Fife,
That had a young and wanton wife,
Wha sometimes thol’d the parish priest
To mak her man a twa-horn’d beast.
He paid right mony visits till her,
And, to keep in wi’ Hab the Miller,
Endeavour’d aft to mak him happy,
Where'er he kend the ale was nappy.
Sic condescension in a pastor,
Knit Halbert’s love to him the faster:
And by his converse, troth ’tis true,
Hab learn'd to preach when he was fou.
Thus all the three were wonder pleas’d;
The wife well serv’d, the man wail eas’d:
This grounds his corns, and that did cherish,
Himsel wi’ dining round the parish.
Bess, the gudewife, thought it nae skaith,
Since she was fit, to serve them baith.
That had a young and wanton wife,
Wha sometimes thol’d the parish priest
To mak her man a twa-horn’d beast.
He paid right mony visits till her,
And, to keep in wi’ Hab the Miller,
Endeavour’d aft to mak him happy,
Where'er he kend the ale was nappy.
Sic condescension in a pastor,
Knit Halbert’s love to him the faster:
And by his converse, troth ’tis true,
Hab learn'd to preach when he was fou.
Thus all the three were wonder pleas’d;
The wife well serv’d, the man wail eas’d:
This grounds his corns, and that did cherish,
Himsel wi’ dining round the parish.
Bess, the gudewife, thought it nae skaith,
Since she was fit, to serve them baith.
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