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 Great lairdships gie you hint the moon, But grip to this themselves. Then let us like their worships call, The sweetest scented flow'rs, And the rest leave to mortals dull, The present time is ours

THERE was jolly miller once Liv'd on the river Dee; He wrought and sung frae morn to night, No lark more blythe than he. And this the burden of his sang, For ever us'd to be- "I care for nobody no, not I, Since nobody cares for me.

"I live by my mill God bless her, She's kindred, child, and wife, I would not change my station, For any other in life. No lawyer, surgeon or doctor, E'er had a groat from me,