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THE JOLLY MILLER.
THERE vas a jovial Miller once,
liv’d on the river Dee,
That work’d and ſung from morn to night,
no lark more blyth than he;
And thus the burden of his ſong,
for ever us’d to be,
I care for nobody, no, not I,
if nobody cares for me.
A noble Lord that liv’d hard by,
ſent for this Miller one day.
And aſk him various queſtions,
and amongſt the reſt did ſay,
How comes it Miller, that every day
you ſing with ſo merry a glee?
Quoth Ralph, I care for nobody,
if nobody cares for me.
Are yo’i always thus contented?
to him the Lord did ſay,
Aye that I am more happy, quoth Ralph,
than folks that live more gay:
No worldly care diſturbs my breaſt;
my wife and I agree;
I care for nobody, no, not I,
if nobody cares for me.
