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(5) He threw the pock upon the floor, wi' mony a sigh and groan, Cries, A' the Millers e'er I saw', the dl's in him in Drone. With his, &c.

The daughter blush'd, the mother glour'd, they star'd at ane anither, The mother at the daughter look'd, the daughter at the mither. At last the daughter clapp'd her hands, cries Mither, he's done yon! The Miller what a rascal he, the very dl o' Drone. With his, &c.

And now a scuffle did ensue, between the man and wife; The daughter she did interceed, to save the mither's life. But the auld man he did thump them baith, he minded not their moan; And he made them promise faithfully, nae mair to gang to Drone. With, his, &c.

But they did no lang their promise keep, they wearied fair for yon;