The Millers Daughter（2/2）

In sorrow andrest:

And I should know if it beat right,

Id csp it round so close and tight.

And I would be the neckce,

And all day long to fall and rise

Upon her baly boso,

With her ughter or her sighs,

And I would lie so light, so light,

I scarce should be uncspd at night.