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Lyrics for Millers Will by Unknown:
| | | Artist: | Unknown |
| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | Millers Will | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 211 | | | | Lyrics: | MILLER'S WILL
There was an old miller by everyone known
He had three sons was all
nigh grown
When he came to die and make his will
He had nothing to give but an old tub*
mill
He called up his eldest son
He says, "My son, I'm almost done
And if the
mill to you I'd make
Pray tell me how much toll you intend to take?"
"Oh dear
father, my name is Heck
And out of each bushel I'll take one peck
And every bushel I do
grind
A very fine living at that I'll find"
"You are a fool," the old man
said,
"You have not fairly learned my trade
The mill to you I will not give
For never
a miller at that can live"
He next called up his second son
He says, "My son, I'm
almost done
And if the mill to you I'd make
Pray tell me how much toll you intend to
take?"
"Oh dear father, my name is Ralph
And out of each bushel I'd take one
half
And every bushel I do grind
A very fine living at that I'll find"
"You are
a fool," the old man said,
"You have not fairly learned my trade
The mill to you I will
not give
For never a miller at that can live"
He next called up his youngest
son
He says, "My son, I'm almost done
And if the mill to you I'd make
Pray tell me
how much toll you intend to take?"
"Oh dear father, I am your son
I'll take three
pecks and leave just one
And if a good living at that I do lack
I'll take the other and
swear to the sack"
"You are my son," the old man said,
"For you have fairly learned
my trade
The mill is yours," the old man cried,
And he closed up his eyes and
died
@work @mill @age @family
note: "tub" mill must be grist mill
collected
by Sharp from Ida Banks in Burnsville NC in 1918
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