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The fair maid she went to the mill
With corn upon her head,
Says miller set your stones to work,
For we are out of bread.
He took the fair maid in his arms,
And in motion put the stones,
And clitter clatter went the mill,
With a' the graith in Dron.
With corn upon her head,
Says miller set your stones to work,
For we are out of bread.
He took the fair maid in his arms,
And in motion put the stones,
And clitter clatter went the mill,
With a' the graith in Dron.
This fair maid she went springing home,
As yal as yal could be,
If she had been jointed all with springs,
Nae yaller could she be.
She threw the meal pock off her back,
And began to bake a scone;
Of all the millers e'er I saw,
There is none like him in Dron.
As yal as yal could be,
If she had been jointed all with springs,
Nae yaller could she be.
She threw the meal pock off her back,
And began to bake a scone;
Of all the millers e'er I saw,
There is none like him in Dron.
The auld wife she gaed to the mill hersel,
With corn upon her head,
Says miller set your mill to work,
For we are out of bread.
Ile took this auld wife in his arms,
In motion put the stones,
And soon he ground the old wife's batch,
Betwixt the mill stones.
With corn upon her head,
Says miller set your mill to work,
For we are out of bread.
Ile took this auld wife in his arms,
In motion put the stones,
And soon he ground the old wife's batch,
Betwixt the mill stones.
