Brigham City Bugler | 1891-08-08 | Page 3 | The Miller of Dee

The miller of dee, Tb-re dwell a ml Her hale and bold, lJi.ie ttio I'jut hf . He worked ac-J wuiir from more tlU DlglA So lurk moie Millie limn he; And (liu the b:in!m of liu aoog Forever uril lo In -leavy n. one. no. uoi L And iiooNe .-iivl.-a uxor Thuu rt w-rouc. my friend." Raid old Clng IlaJa, "Aa wrong a.- rong euti be; For could rny heart be light aa ibioe I'd gladly change with Hire. And tell me now what mak.aH thee sins vi'itb voice so loud and fret!, Wliilt; I am and ihoucb 1 atn tbo IdaR Beside the River Deur The raider smiled and dofled bis cap. "I earn my bread," tuolh ho; love my wife, 1 love my friood, love my ehildren Ihreo. I owe no man 1 cannot pay. I thank the Ktver Det) Tliat turna die mill ibat p rinds the corn To feed my Ixibes and me." "Good friend," aald Hale, and sighed the while, "Farewell thee, happy be; But aay no more If thou'dst bo true That no one envie me. Thy mealy cap iB worth my crown, j Thy mill my kingdom fee; j Bueh men oa thou are England's boast, 0. miller of the Dee."