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The Miller's Daughter.
On the banks of Allan Water,
When the sweet spring-time did fall,
Was the miller‘s lovely daughter,
Fairest of them all.
For his bride a soldier sought her,
And a winning tongue had he;
On the banks of Allan Water
None so gay as she.
On the banks of Allan Water,
When brown Autumn spread its store,
There I saw the miller's daughter,
But she smiled no more.
For the summer grief had torn her,
And the soldier false was he:
On the banks of Allan Water
None so sad as she.
On the banks of Allan Water,
When the winter snow fell fast,
Still was seen the miller s daughter:
Chilling blew the blast;
But the miller's lovely daughter,
Both from cold and care was free;
On the banks of Allan Water,
There a corse lay she.
