The Miller's Daughter - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER 
It is the miller's daughter, And she is grown so dear, so dear That I would be the jewel That trembles in her ear: For hid in ringlets day ana night, I'd touch her neck so warm and white; For hid in ringlets day and night, I'd touch her neck so warm and white, so warm and white. 
And I would be the girdle About her dainty, dainty waist, And her heart would beat against me In sorrow and in rest; And I should know if it beat right, I'd clasp it 'round so close and tight; And I should know if it beat right, I'd clasp it 'round so close and tight, so close and tight 
Where the Ivy Grows so Green. 
Down by a cool and shady streamlet, Where the water lilies grow so green, There dwells a lovely maiden In an ivy cot unseen. She was gathering the flowers in the wildwood, Down by a little golden stream, Where both our hearts beat just as one, Where the ivy grows so green. 
Chorus. Oh! darling Sue, this aching heart-(Sym.) One more kiss before we part-(Sym.) She was gathering the flowers by the wildwood, Down by a little golden stream, Where both our hearts spoke just as one, Where the ivy grows so green.-(Dance.) 
And at night when the little stars were sleeping, And the leaves were falling off the trees, We sat beside the brooklet, In the cool and shady breeze. And when I asked her to be mine, Her pretty little eyes she tried to screen; Twas then I knew my fate was sealed, Where the ivy grows so green.-Chorus.