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, the miller, was turned of threescore,
 * Yet he laughed with a feeling of pride,

As he thought he had only to wait one week more,
 * And young Patty would then be his bride;

He had spoken her parents, they gave their consent,
 * For old Morton, the miller, had gold;

How often have parents to sigh and repent.
 * Over some young warm heart they have sold!
 * Old men, old men, list to my lay,
 * Hearts like young Patty's are given away;
 * Old men, old men, need ye be told,
 * Cupid, sly urchin, but laughs at your gold!

Poor Patty, once cheerful, light-hearted and gay,
 * Now lonely, dejected, and pale,

As she ever had been since a youth went away,
 * Whose death she was taught to bewail;

But the Fates, predetermined these two should not part,
 * With glory her soldier brought back;

She gave to her hero her hand and her heart,
 * And gave Morton, the miller, the sack.
 * Old men, old men, list to my lay, &c.

making our arrangements to live, we should never forget that we have also to die.