There Was an Old Miller

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X: 1 T:There Was an Old Miller S:Digital Tradition, millwil3 B:From Ozark Folk Songs, Randolph B:Collected from Charles Ingenthron, MO 1940 Z:dt:millwil3 M:6/8 L:1/8 Q:3/8=100 W:There was a rich miller in London did dwell W:Gee whaxey gee daxey de di do W:He had three sons and he used them well W:Gee whaxey gee daxey de di do W: W:The old miller took sick and was liable to die W:He called his sons," Come hither, come hi." W: W:He called unto his oldest son W:Saying,"Son, oh son, my race is done." W: W:"And if it's with you the mill I do leave W:Please tell me off what toll you'll have." W: W:"Oh father, oh father you know my name it is Heck W:And out of each bushel I'll take the peck." W: W:"Out of every bushel that I do grind W:It will make me as good a living as I can find." W: W:"Oh son, with you I will not leave the mill W:For out of such toll you cannot live." W: W:... W:"And you won't do as your father has done." W: W:He called unto his second son W:Saying,"Son, oh son, my race is done." W: W:"And if it's with you the mill I do leave W:Please tell me off what toll you'll have." W: W:"Oh father, oh father you know my name it is Ralph W:And out of each bushel I'll take the half." W: W:"Out of every bushel that I do grind W:It will make me as good a living as I can find." W: W:"Oh son, with you I will not leave the mill W:For out of such toll you cannot live." W: W:... W:"And you won't do as your father has done." W: W:He called unto his youngest son W:Saying,"Son, oh son, my race is done." W: W:"And if it's with you the mill I do leave W:Please tell me off what toll you'll have." W: W:"Oh father, oh father you know my name it is Roy W:And stealing corn I do enjoy." W: W:"I'll steal the corn and swear to the sack W:And whip the boys when they come back" W: W:Oh son, with you I will leave the mill W:For out of such toll I know you can live." W: W:"And you will do as your father has done. W:And he willed the mill to his youngest son." K:Bb F|FFF FGF|FFD B,2F|FFF FGA|B2-A/-G/ F2F| G2F FGF|F2D B,2_A,|B,EE FEC|B,3 B,2||
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