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 The miller was strappin', the miller was rudd

A heart like a lord, and a hue like a lady

The laird was a widdiefu', bleerit knurl:

She's left the guid fellow, and ta’en the churl

The miller he hecht her, a heart leal and lovin

The laird did address her wi' matter mair movin

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 prevaling;

And wae on the love that is fix'd on a mailin’

A tocher's nae word in a true lover's parle,

But, gie me my love, and a fig for the warl!