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(learned from Richard Dyer-Bennett in about 1959)

(music to go here)

There was a jolly miller who lived by the river Dee
He danced and sang from morn till night, no lark more blithe than he
And this the burden of his song forever used to be
I care for nobody, no, not I, if nobody cares for me

I live by my mill, God bless her well, she's kindred, child, and wife
I would not change my station now for anyone in life
No lawyer, surgeon, or doctor e'er got a groat from me,
I care for nobody, no, not I, if nobody cares for me

When spring begins her bright career, o how his heart grows gay!
No summer drought alarms his fears, nor winter's sad delay;
No foresight mars the miller's joy, who was often wont to say,
While others live from year to year, I live from day to day.

Thus like the miller bold and gay, let us rejoice and sing;
The days of youth are meant for glee, and time is on the wing;
This song shall pass from me to thee, with this a jovial ring:
Let heart and voice they all agree and say, Long live the king!

(from miriam berg's folksong collection)