THE MILLER'S SONG.
Oh! don't you remember, Lily dear,
The mill by the old brook-side,
Where oft we went, in Summer time,
To view the rippling tide;
And the miller with his slouchy hat,
And his eyes of mildest grey,
Plodding along in his dirty work,
And singing the live long day?
Ulea, Ulea, Ulea,
Singing the miller's song.
Oh! Lily, the mill is torn away.
And a factory, dark and drear,
Raises its smoke in the clear blue sky,
And dims the atmosphere;
The only time for pleasure now,
Is the Sabbath all day long,
And what brings back the olden time,
Is the good old miller's song.-Chorus.
Oh! Lily, the miller's dead and gone,
In the old churchyard he's laid;
And the poor dog that used to growl
As round the mill we played.
He followed in the funeral train.
As the village round did throng;
He died upon his master's grave
As they sang the miller's song.-Chorus.