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Banks of Allan Water 
Banks of Allan Water 
By the banks of Allan Water When the sweet springtime did fall There I saw the miller's lovely daughter Fairest of them all For his wife, a soldier sought her And a winning tongue had he On the banks of Allan Water, none so gay as she 
On the banks of Allan Water When brown autumn spread its store There I saw the miller's daughter But she smiled no more For the summer, grief had brought her And a soldier false was he On the banks of Allan Water, none so sad as she 
On the banks of Allan Water When the winter snow fell fast Still was seen the miller's daughter Chilling blew the blast But the miller's lovely daughter Both from cold and care were free On the banks of Allan Water A corpse lay she 
by Monk Lewis printed in Cole's Folk Songs of England, Ireland, Scotland & Wales SOF