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The auld wife she went singing home,
As canty as a bee,
Says, daughter put the kettle on,
For we must have some tea.
She threw the meal pock off her back,
And began to dance and croon,
Of all the millers e'er I saw,
There's none like him in Dron.
As canty as a bee,
Says, daughter put the kettle on,
For we must have some tea.
She threw the meal pock off her back,
And began to dance and croon,
Of all the millers e'er I saw,
There's none like him in Dron.
The auld man he got up at last,
And swore a solemn oath,
That he would next the miller see,
If he had life and breath.
This auld man sought a sturdy stick,
And stoutly he went on
Out o'er the moor, and thro' the croft,
Unto the mill of Dron.
And swore a solemn oath,
That he would next the miller see,
If he had life and breath.
This auld man sought a sturdy stick,
And stoutly he went on
Out o'er the moor, and thro' the croft,
Unto the mill of Dron.
The auld man he went to the mill
With corn upon his head,
Says miller set your stones to work,
For we are out of bread.
He says there is not much o't,
And good potatoe corn;
And if it be not ground to-night.
We'll all be dead the morn.
With corn upon his head,
Says miller set your stones to work,
For we are out of bread.
He says there is not much o't,
And good potatoe corn;
And if it be not ground to-night.
We'll all be dead the morn.
