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 And that his houe was warm and couth,

and room in it to hold me.

Behind the door a bag of meal,

and in the kit was plenty

Of good hard cakes, his mither bakes,

and bannocks were na' canty;

A good fat ow, a leeky cow

were tanding in the byre;

Whilt lazy pus, with mealy moue,

were playing at the fire.

Good igns are thee, my mither ays,

and bids me tak the miller;

For foul day and fair day,

he's ay bringing till her:

For meal and ma't he dina want,

nor ony thing that's dainty,

And now an then a keckling hen,

to lay her eggs in plenty.

In winter when the wind and rain

blaws o'er the barn and byre;

The miller by a clean hearth-tane,

beide a ranting fire,

He its and cracks, and tells his tale,

o'er ale that is right nappy;

Who'd be a Queen that gaudy thing,

when a miller's wife's ae happy.