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T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.

A Ballad of All the Trades

Anonymous
 
(From Pills to Purge Melancholy, c. 1707)

OH 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,        5
  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;        10
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,        15
  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.        20
 
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 Taylor, the fine and frisking Taylor,        25
  The Taylor 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;        30
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,        35
  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 Mettle;
He never clencheth home a Nail,
  But his Trull, but his Trull, but his Trull holds up the Kettle.        40