THE Quaker's wife got up to bake, Her children all about her; She gave them every one a cake, And there the miller found her. He chased her up, he chased her down, As fast as he could make her; And merrily danced the Quaker's wife, And merrily danced the Quaker. Sugar and spice and all things nice, And all things very good in it; And then the miller sat down to play A tune upon the spinet. Merrily danced the Quaker's wife, And merrily danced the Quaker, Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, Merrily danced the Quaker. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARIA WENTWORTH by THOMAS CAREW LOST LOVE by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES THE PAUPER'S DEATH-BED by CAROLINE ANNE BOWLES SOUTHEY THE BREAKING by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON OCTOBER FROM A BUS WINDOW by ELLA MCBRIDE BALLEW THE SEA DREAM by WILLIAM ROSE BENET INCOGNITA IN THE TEMPLE OF THESEUS by SEYMOUR GREEN WHEELER BENJAMIN |