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There Was an Old Miller (3) 
There Was an Old Miller (3) 
There was a rich miller in London did dwell Gee whaxey gee daxey de di do He had three sons and he used them well Gee whaxey gee daxey de di do 
The old miller took sick and was liable to die He called his sons," Come hither, come hi." 
He called unto his oldest son Saying,"Son, oh son, my race is done." 
"And if it's with you the mill I do leave Please tell me off what toll you'll have." 
"Oh father, oh father you know my name it is Heck And out of each bushel I'll take the peck." 
"Out of every bushel that I do grind It will make me as good a living as I can find." 
"Oh son, with you I will not leave the mill For out of such toll you cannot live." 
* * * "And you won't do as your father has done." 
He called unto his second son Saying,"Son, oh son, my race is done." 
"And if it's with you the mill I do leave Please tell me off what toll you'll have." 
"Oh father, oh father you know my name it is Ralph And out of each bushel I'll take the half." 
"Out of every bushel that I do grind It will make me as good a living as I can find." 
"Oh son, with you I will not leave the mill For out of such toll you cannot live." 
* * * "And you won't do as your father has done." 
He called unto his youngest son Saying,"Son, oh son, my race is done." 
"And if it's with you the mill I do leave Please tell me off what toll you'll have." 
"Oh father, oh father you know my name it is Roy And stealing corn I do enjoy." 
"I'll steal the corn and swear to the sack And whip the boys when they come back" 
Oh son, with you I will leave the mill For out of such toll I know you can live." 
"And you will do as your father has done. And he willed the mill to his youngest son." 
From Ozark Folk Songs, Randolph Collected from Charles Ingenthron, MO 1940 DT #348 Laws Q21 Apr98