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MERRY may the maid be, that marries the miller, For foul day and fair day, he’s ay bringing till her; He’s ay a penny in his purse, for dinner and for supper; And gin she please a good fat cheese, and lumps o’ yellow butter.

When Jamie first did woo me, I spier’d what was his calling? Fair maid, says he, O come and see, ye’re welcome to my dwelling. Tho’ I was shy, yet I could spy The truth of what he told me, And that his house was warm and couth, and room in it to hold me.

Behind the door a bag of meal, and in the kist was plenty good hard cakes, his mither bakes, and bannocks were nae scanty; A good fat sow, a sleeky cow, was standing in the byre; Whilst lazy puss wi’ mealy mouse, was playing at the fire.

Good signs are these, my mither says, and bids me tak the miller;