Grist ground at last. Or, The frolick in the mill. Millers that grind each pretty lasses grist, consider now how many you have kist: and see if any with kind Molly can compare: if not, pray all from hence be gone. Yet stay and hear the song, 'tis rare and new; and millers know such things are often true. Tune of, Give ear a while, &c. or, Winchester wedding.

Abstract

Verse: "Give ear while to my ditty ..." Place and date of publication and publisher's names from Wing. Reproduction of original in the Harvard University, Houghton Library.