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THE MILLER'S WILL (THERE WAS AN OLD MILLER; THE MILLER AND HIS THREE SONS) Sung by: J.D. Stark Recorded in Miller, AR, 6/25/53 Click here to listen to the original recording And all of his sons were near about grown, And when he died he made his will, And all he had was a darned old mill. Whack fol diddle a mah day de o. He called to him his oldest son: "Now, son, you see my days is done, And if this mill I will to you, Pray tell to me what toll you'll take." Whack fol diddle a mah die de o. "Now, Dad, you know my name is Heck, And out of a bushel I'll take one peck, And as the mill does grind away, A very good living for me it will pay." Whack fol diddle a mah day de o. He called to him his second son: "Now, son, you see my days is done, And if this mill I will to you, Pray tell to me what toll you'll take." Whack fol diddle o may die de o. "Now, Dad, you know my name is Alf, And out of one bushel I'll take one half, And as the mill does grind away, A very good living for me it will pay." Whack fol diddle o mah die de o. He called to him his youngest son: "Now, son, you see my days is done, And if this mill I will to you, Pray tell to me what toll you'll take." Whack fol diddle o mah die de o. "Now, Dad, you know my name is Jack, I'll take it all and swear to the sack." Whack fol diddle a mah die de o. "The mill is yours," the old man cried, "The mill is yours," the old man cried, "The mill is yours," the old man cried, And he bowed his head and died. Whack fol diddle o mah day de o. Also found in Randolph, Vol. I, #91, "There Was an Old Miller"; Brown, Vol. II, #177, "The Miller and His Three Sons"; Belden, p. 244, "The Miller and His Three Sons." |
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