 | 1765 - 404 sider
...the maids to pleafe, At midnight I card up their wooll; And while they fleepe, and take their eafe, With wheel to threads their flax I pull. I grind at mill • 5J Their malt up ftill; I drefs their hemp, I Ipin their tow. If any 'wake, And would me take,... | |
 | Thomas Percy - 1812 - 456 sider
...Who's this ? I answer nought, but ho, ho, ho ! . .<. fO Yet now and then, the maids to please, , 7 At midnight I card up their wooll ; And while they...wheel to threads their flax I pull. I grind at mill f . , 55 Their malt up still ; 1 dress their hemp, I spin their tow. If any 'wake, And would me take,... | |
 | Henry Southern, Sir Nicholas Harris Nicolas - 1825 - 392 sider
...do blow ; The maids I kiss ; They shrieke — who's this ! I answer nought but ho ! ho ! ho ! Yet, now and then, the maids to please, At midnight I card up their wool ; And while they sleepe, and take their ease, With wheel to threads their flax I pull. I grind... | |
 | Thomas Percy - 1823 - 450 sider
...candles I do blow: The maids I kiss; They shrieke—Who's this? I answer nought, but ho, ho, ho! 50 Yet now and then, the maids to please, At midnight I card...wheel to threads their flax I pull. I grind at mill 55 Their malt up still; I dress their hemp, I spin their tow. If any 'wake, And would me take, I wend... | |
 | 1823 - 816 sider
...candles I do blow : The maids I kiss ; They skrieke— Who's this ? I answer nought, but ho, ho, ho ! Yet now and then the maids to please, At midnight I card up their wooll ; And while they sleep, and take their ease, With wheel to threads their flax I pull. I grind at mill Their malt up... | |
 | 1825 - 390 sider
...do blow ; The maids I kiss ; They shrieke — who's this ! I answer nought but ho ! ho ! ho ! Yet, now and then, the maids to please, At midnight I card up their wool ; And while they sleepe, and take their ease, With wheel to threads their flax I pull. I grind... | |
 | 1825 - 392 sider
...do blow ; The maids I kiss ; They shrieke — who's this ! I answer nought but ho ! ho ! ho ! Yet, now and then, the maids to please, At midnight. I card up their wool ; And while they sleepe, and take their ease, With wheel to threads their flax I pull. I grind... | |
 | Henry Southern - 1825 - 388 sider
...do blow ; The maids I kiss ; They shrieke — who's this ! I answer nought but ho ! ho ! ho ! Yet, now and then, the maids to please, At midnight I card up their wool ; And while they sleepe, and take their ease, With wheel to threads their flax I pull. I grind... | |
 | William Martin - 1852 - 434 sider
...blow ; The maids I kiss, They shriek, " Who's this ? " I answer nought but, ho ! ho ! ho I VI. And now and then, the maids to please, At midnight I card up the wool ; And while they sleep and take their ease, With wheel to threads their flax I pull I grind... | |
 | 1833 - 574 sider
...candles I do blow : The maids I kin ; They shrieke — who's this ? I answer nought, but ho, ho, ho ! Yet now and then, the maids to please, At midnight I card up their wooll ; And while they sleep, and take their ease, With wheel to threads their flax I pull. I grind at mill Their malt up... | |
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And, while they sleep and take their ease, With wheel to threads their flax I pull. I grind at mill Their malt up still ; I dress their hemp ; I spin their tow ; If any wake, And would me take, I wend me, laughing, ho, ho, ho... 
