the miller he hecht her a heart leal and loving,

the lair did address her wi' matter mair moving,

a fine pacing-horse wi' a clear chained bridle,

a whip by her side, and a bonie side-saddle.

o wae on the siller, it is sae prevailin',

and wae on the love that is fixed on a mailen!

a tocher's nae word in a true lover's parle,

but gie me my love, and a fig for the warl'!