Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A BALLAD OF ALL THE TRADES, by ANONYMOUS First Line: "oh the miller, the dusty, musty miller" Last Line: "but his trull, but his trull, but his trull holds up the kettle" Subject(s): Labor & Laborers | ||||||||
Oh the Miller, the dusty, musty Miller, The Miller, that beareth on his Back; He never does 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 Taylor, the fine and frisking Taylor, The Taylor that gives no 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 Mettle; He never clencheth home a Nail, But his Trull, but his Trull, but his Trull holds up the Kettle. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER WORKING SIXTY HOURS AGAIN FOR WHAT REASON by HICOK. BOB DAY JOB AND NIGHT JOB by ANDREW HUDGINS BIXBY'S LANDING by ROBINSON JEFFERS ON BUILDING WITH STONE by ROBINSON JEFFERS LINES FROM A PLUTOCRATIC POETASTER TO A DITCH-DIGGER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS IN CALIFORNIA: MORNING, EVENING, LATE JANUARY by DENISE LEVERTOV TIS A LITTLE JOURNEY by ANONYMOUS |
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