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 TWANGLING harp for Mary,
 * A silvery flute for John,

And now we'll play, the livelong day,
 * "The Miller and his Son." . ..

"The Miller went a-walking
 * All in the forest high,

He sees three doves, a-flitting
 * Against the dark blue sky:

"Says he, 'My son, now follow
 * These doves so white and free,

That cry above the forest,
 * And surely cry to thee.'

"'I go, my dearest Father,
 * But O! I sadly fear,

These doves so white will lead me far,
 * But never bring me near.'

"He kisses the Miller,
 * He cries, 'Awhoop to ye!'

And straightway through the forest
 * Follows the wood-doves three.