There was a jolly miller once Liv'd on the river Dee ; He danc'd and sang from morn till night, No lark so blithe as he. And this the burden of his song For ever us'd to be I care for nobody, no, not I, If nobody cares for me.
I love my mill, she is to me Like parent, child and wife; I would not change my station For any other in life. Then push, push, push the bowl, my boys, And pass it 'round to me; The longer we sit here and drink, The merrier we shall be.
Thus like the miller, bold and free, Let us rejoice and sing; The days of youth are made for glee, And time is on the wing. This song shall pass from me to thee, Along this jovial ring - Let heart and voice and all agree To say, "Long live the King."
There was a jolly miller once Liv'd on the river Dee ; He danc'd and sang from morn till night, No lark so blithe as he. And this the burden of his song For ever us'd to be I care for nobody, no, not I, If nobody cares for me.