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The Dishonest Miller
3. "Oh, my father, my name is Heck; Out of every bushel I'll take one peck; Every bushel I do grind, A very good living at that I'll find." Refrain 4. "You're not my son," the old man said; "You've not fairly learned my trade; The mill to you I will not give, For never a miller at that can live." Kefrain
5. He next called up his second son;
He says: "My son, I'm well nigh done. If this mill to you 1 should make, Come, tel' me how much toll you intend for to take." Re/rain
6. "Oh, my father, my name is Ralph; Out of every bushel I'll take one-half; Every bushel I do grind,
A very good living at that I'll find." Refrain
7. "You're not my son," the old man said; "You've not fairly learned my trade; The mill to you I will not give,
For never a miller at that can live." Refrain
8. He next called up his youngest son; He says: "My son, I'm well nigh done. If the mill to you I should make,
Come, tell me how much toll you intend for to take." Refrain
9. "Oh, my father, I am your son;
I'll take three pecks and just leave one; And if a good living at that I should lack, I'll take the other peck and swear to the sack." Refrain 10. "You are my son," the old man said; "You have fairly learned my trade; The mill is yours," the old man cried, And then he closed his eyes and died. Refrain
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