The Miller's Will

歌詞

There was an old miller and he lived alone Had three sons all fully grown When the time came to make out his will All he had left was a little grist mill Sing a fol-dig-a-di-oh, fol dig-a-day He called to him his eldest son Said, "son, oh son my race is run If I a miller of you make Pray tell me what toll you take?" Sing a fol-dig-a-di-oh, fol dig-a-day Father, oh father my name is Bill Out of each bushel I'd take a gill You fool you fool the old man cries On such a little you'll never get a rise Sing a fol-dig-a-di-oh, fol dig-a-day He called to him his, second son Said, "son oh son my race is run If I a miller of you make Pray tell me what toll you'd take?" Sing a fol-dig-a-di-oh, fol dig-a-day Father, oh father my name is, Ralph Out of each bushel I'd take half Not enough, not enough the old man said Such a little you'd never get ahead Sing a fol-dig-a-di-oh, fol dig-a-day He called to him his youngest son Said, "son oh son my race is run If I a miller of you make Pray tell me what toll you would take?" Sing a fol-dig-a-di-oh, fol dig-a-day Father, oh father my name is Paul Out of each bushel I'd take all Hallelujah, the old man cried Then he turned up him toes, and he died Sing a fol-dig-a-di-oh, fol dig-a-day They buried him in a little box grave Some do not think his soul was saved Where he went I could not say But I rather believe he went the other way Sing a fol-dig-a-di-oh, fol dig-a-day