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The miller was strappin', the miller was rudd
A heart like a lord, and a hue like a lady
The laird was a widdiefu', bleerit knurl:
She's left the guid fellow, and ta’en the churl
The miller he hecht her, a heart leal and lovin
The laird did address her wi' matter mair movin
A fine pacing horse, wi' a clear chained bridle
A whip by her side, and a bonnie side saddle.
O wae on the siller, it is sae prevaling;
And wae on the love that is fix'd on a mailin’
A tocher's nae word in a true lover's parle,
But, gie me my love, and a fig for the warl!
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