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Ballads and Songs of Michigan
3 "Son, son, this won't do. You won't do as I have done, And I to you my mill won't give, For by such means no man can live," Timmy ri faddle dum day.
4 Then he called to him his second son: "Son, son, my life's most done;
If I to you my mill will give,
Pray tell me how you intend to live."
Timmy ri faddle dum day.
5 "Father, you know my name is Ralph; From every bushel I'll steal the half, From every bushel that I do grind, And that is the best that I can find." Timmy ri faddle dum day.
6 "Son, son, this won't do; You won't do as I have done, And I to you my mill won't give, For by such means no man can live." Timmy ri faddle dum day.
7 Then he called to him his youngest son: "Son, son, my life's most done;
If I to you my mill will give,
Pray tell me how you intend to live."
Timmy ri faddle dum day.
8 "Father, you know I'm your darling boy; Stealing corn is all my joy.
I'll steal the corn, send home the sack, And whip the mill boy when he comes back." Timmy ri faddle dum day.
9 "Son, son, this will do. You will do as I have done, And I to you my mill will give, For by such means a man can live." Timmy ri faddle dum day. |
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