THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER.
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THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER.
I.
I met in all the close green ways,
While walking with my line and rod,
The wealthy miller's mealy face,
Like the moon in an ivytod.
He looked so jolly and so good—
While fishing in the milldam-water,
I laughed to see him as he stood,
And dreamt not of the miller's daughter.
I met in all the close green ways,
While walking with my line and rod,
The wealthy miller's mealy face,
Like the moon in an ivytod.
He looked so jolly and so good—
While fishing in the milldam-water,
I laughed to see him as he stood,
And dreamt not of the miller's daughter.
II.
I see the wealthy miller yet—
His double chin—his portly size;
And who that knew him could forget
The husy wrinkles round his eyes,
I see the wealthy miller yet—
His double chin—his portly size;
And who that knew him could forget
The husy wrinkles round his eyes,
