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The Song Book |
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THERE WAS A JOLLY MILLER |
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I love my mill, she is to me like parent, child and wife,
I would not change my station for any other in life :
Then push, push, push the bowl my boys, and pass it round
to me, The longer we sit here and drink, the merrier we shall be.
Chappell. Tune The Budgeon it is a delicate Trade. |
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