[This Way and That Way]

	This is perhaps the rarest of the songs in this anthology -- at least no other 20th Century finds seem to have been reported.  It was collected between 1975 and 1982 by Paul Gifford from fellow musician William Bigford of Portland, Michigan.  (See the notes to "Gilderoy" below.)

Oh, the first is the miller, lived down by the mill,
For the want of a water, his stones they lay still.
Up steps the fair damsel and sees him in want.
She run his old stones through the sluice of her cunt.

Chorus:
Oh, it's this way and that way and do what you will.
For I'm sure I've said nothing that you can take ill.
So don't be offended, as long as I don't,
For the women all let the men feel of their cunt.

Next is the fisherman, down by the brook,
For all that he lacks is a line for his hook.
Up steps this fair damsel and sees him in want,
She spun him a line from the hair on her cunt.

Next is the barber, a-shaving a man,
Up steps this fair damsel, says, "Shave me if you can."
The answer he gave her: "My razor is blunt."
She told him to sharpen it on the rim of her cunt.


	As "Tom Tinker," this is printed in the 1719 edition of Pills to Purge Melancholy, Vol 6, p. 205; and reprinted in John S. Farmer, Merry Songs and Ballads Prior to the Year A.D. 1800, Vol. I, pp. 171 ff. That text begins:

Tom Tinker's my true love, and I am his Dear,
And I will go with him his Budget to bear;
For of all the young Men he has the best luck,
All the Day he will Fuddle, at Night he will----
This way, that way, which way you will,
I am sure I say nothing that you can take Ill.

	It runs on for another twelve stanzas, only one of which is a parallel to the three above:

I met with a Barber with Razor and Balls,
He fligger'd and told me for all my brave [c]alls;
He would have a stroke, and his words they were blunt,
I could not deny him the use of my----