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MILL-SONG.
Merrily the mill-sail
Turneth round and round,
With a breezy motion
And a busy sound.
Merrily the miller
Standeth at the door,
Crooning pleasant ditties
From his ancient store.
Merrily, oh! merrily, all the summer's day,
Sings that burly miller, while the mill-sails play.
Turneth round and round,
With a breezy motion
And a busy sound.
Merrily the miller
Standeth at the door,
Crooning pleasant ditties
From his ancient store.
Merrily, oh! merrily, all the summer's day,
Sings that burly miller, while the mill-sails play.
At the open lattice,
In the homestead near,
Sits the miller's good-wife
Full of blithesome cheer;
And about the gateway,
See, a sturdy throng
Of young knaves are laughing,
Laughing loud and long.
Merrily, right merrily, all the summer's day,
Laugh the miller's bonny bairns, while the mill-sails play.
In the homestead near,
Sits the miller's good-wife
Full of blithesome cheer;
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See, a sturdy throng
Of young knaves are laughing,
Laughing loud and long.
Merrily, right merrily, all the summer's day,
Laugh the miller's bonny bairns, while the mill-sails play.
Fair befall thee, miller,
With thy hearty smile!
Fair befall thy dear ones all,
Without grief or guile!
When dull cares beset us,
When dear hopes decline,
It is well to linger
By such hearths as thine:
Merrily, still merrily, all the live-long day,
Reaping sunshine for the soul, while the mill-sails play.
With thy hearty smile!
Fair befall thy dear ones all,
Without grief or guile!
When dull cares beset us,
When dear hopes decline,
It is well to linger
By such hearths as thine:
Merrily, still merrily, all the live-long day,
Reaping sunshine for the soul, while the mill-sails play.
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