Catches, canons and drinking songs
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The miller’s daughter riding to the fair,
without a saddle upon a scurvy mare,
cried, “Oh mother, I’m quite undone!
I’m all o’ergrown with hair!”
“Away, you silly daughter,
’tis ev’ry she’s concern,
and if you won’t believe me,
look here and you may learn,”
then taking her aside,
she made the matter plain,
“Oh mother, you’re ten times worse!
why sure you ride upon the mane.”