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MERRY MAY THE MAID BE.
Merry may the maid be
that marry's the miller,
For foul day and fair hay,
he's ay bringing till her
Has ay a penny in his purse,
for dinner and for supper,
And gie she please, a good fat cheese,
and lumps of yellow butter.
When Jamie first did woo me,
I spier'd what was his calling,
Fair maid, say's he, O come and see,
you're welcome to my dwelling:
Though I was shy yet I could spy,
the truth of what he told me;
And that his house was warm and south,
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,
