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 And broken the heart o' the barley miller.

The miller was strappin, the miller was ruddy; A heart like a lord and a hue like a lady, The laird was a widdiefu', blearit knurl: She's left the gudo fellow and ta'en the churl.

The miller he hecht her a heart leal and loving': The laird did address her in matter mair moving, A fine pacing horse wi' a clear chained bridle, A whip by her side, and a bonnie side-saddle.

O wae on the siller it is sae prevailing, And wae on the love thats fix'd on a mailen: A tocher's nae word in a true lover's parle; But gie me my love, and a fig for the warl.

's to the greenwood gane, To hear the gowdspink chatt'ring; And Willie he has followed her, To gain her love by flatt'ring. But a' that he could say or do, She geck'd and scorn'd ai him; And aye when he began to woo, She bid him mind wha gat him.

What ails ye at my dad, quath he, My winny or my aunty? With croudy-mowny they fed m, Lang-kail and ranty-tanty;