The Jolly Miller. [Restored Romaunt.]

It was a Jolly Miller lived on the River Dee;
He looked upon his piller, and there he found a flea:
"O Mr. Flea! you have bit' me,
And you shall shorely die!"

So he scrunched his bones against the stones --
And there he let him lie!

Twas then the Jolly Miller he laughed and told his wife,
And _she_ laughed fit to kill her, and dropped her carvin'-knife! --
"O Mr. Flea! " "Ho-ho! " "Tee-hee!"

They _both_ laughed fit to kill,
Until the sound did almost drownd
The rumble of the mill!

_"Laugh on, my Jolly Miller! and Missus Miller, too! --
But there's a weeping-willer will soon wave over you! "_
The voice was all so awful small --
So very small and slim! --
He durst' infer that it was her,
Ner her infer 'twas him!

That night the Jolly Miller, says he, "It's Wifey dear,
That cat o' yourn, I'd kill her! -- her actions is so queer, --
She rubbin' 'ginst the grindstone-legs,
And yowlin' at the sky --
And I 'low the moon haint greener
Than the yaller of her eye!"

And as the Jolly Miller went chuckle-un to bed,
Was _Somepin_ jerked his piller from underneath his head!

"O Wife," says he, on-easi-lee,
"Fetch here that lantern there!"

But _Somepin_ moans in thunder tones,
"_You tetch it ef you dare! _"

'Twas then the Jolly Miller he trimbled and he quailed --
And his wife choked until her breath come back, 'n' she _wailed! _
And "_O! "_ cried she, "it is _the Flea_,
All white and pale and wann --
He's got you in his clutches, and
_He's bigger than a man! _"

"_Ho! ho! my Jolly Miller," (fer 'twas the Flea, fer shore! )
"I reckon you'll not rack my bones ner scrunch 'em any more! _"

And then _the Ghost_ he grabbed him clos't,
With many a ghastly smile,
And from the doorstep stooped and hopped
About four hundred mile!

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