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The Miller.
To its own Tune.
Merry may the maid be
That marries the miller,
For foul day and fair day,
He's ay bringing till her ;
He's ay a penny in his purse
For dinner, and for supper ;
And gin she please a good fat cheese.
And lumps o' yellow butter.
When Jamie first did woo me,
I spier'd, what was his calling ?
Fair maid, says he, O come and see,
Ye're welcome to my dwelling :
Tho' I was shy, yet I could spy
The truth of what he told me,
And that his house was warm and couth,
And room in it to hold me.
Behind the door a bag of meal,
And in the kist was plenty
Of -good hard cakes, his mither bakes,
And bannocks were na scanty;
A good fat sow, a sleeky cow
Was standing in the byre ;

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