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The miller runne hastily downe the cliffe,
And up he betook her withouten her life.
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What did he doe with her brest-bone?
He made him a violl to play thereupon.
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What did he doe with her fingers so small?
He made him peggs to his violl withall.
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What did he doe with her nose-ridge?
Unto his violl he made him a bridge.
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What did he doe with her veynes so blew?
He made him strings to his violl thereto.
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What did he doe with her eyes so bright?
Upon his violl he played at first sight.
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What did he doe with her tongue so rough?
Unto the violl it spake enough.
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What did he doe with her two shinnes?
Unto the violl they danc'd Moll Syms.
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Then bespake the treble string,
'O yonder is my father the king.'
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Then bespake the second string,
'O yonder sitts my mother the queen.'