Ballad of Trades

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THE Miller, the dusty, musty Miller,
The Miller, that beareth on his back;
He never goes to measure meal,
But his maid, but his maid, but his maid holds ope the sack.

O the Baker, the bonny, bonny Baker,
The Baker that is so full of sin;
He never heats his oven hot,
But he thrusts, but he thrusts, but he thrusts
his maiden in.

O the Brewer, the lusty, lusty Brewer,
The Brewer that brews ale and beer;
He never heats his liquor hot,
But he takes, but he takes, but he takes his maid by the geer.

O the Butcher, the bloody, bloody Butcher,
The Butcher that sells both beef and bone;
He never grinds his slaught'ring knife
But his maid, but his maid, but his maid must turn his stone.

O the Weaver, the wicked, wicked Weaver,
That followeth a weary trade;
He never shoots his shuttle right,
But he shoots, but he shoots, but he shoots first at his maid.

O the Barber, the neat and nimble Barber,
Whose trade is ne'er the worse;
He never goes to wash and shave,
But he trims, but he trims, but he trims his maiden first.

O the Tailor, the fine and frisking Tailor,
The Tailor that gives so good regard;
He never goes to measure lace,
But his maid, but his maid, but his maid holds out his yard.

O the Blacksmith, the lusty, lusty Blacksmith,
The best of all good fellows;
He never heats his iron hot,
But his maid, but his maid, but his maid must blow the bellows.

O the Tanner, the merry, merry Tanner,
The Tanner that draws good hides into leather;
He never strips himself to work,
But his maid, but his maid, but his maid and he's together.

O the Tinker, the sturdy, sturdy Tinker,
The Tinker that deals all in metal;
He never clencheth home a nail,
But his trull, but his trull, but his truli holds up the kettle.

[Anonymous]

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