The Miller of the Dhoo

 

(From “Fenella and the Moonflower”)

I was a merry miller once beside the River Dhoo;

I worked and sang from morn till night,

there was so much to do.

The sun it makes the corn to grow

and ripen on the plain;

The farmer brings it then to me, I turn it into grain.

 

I was a merry miller once beside the River Dhoo,

And everyone from far and near dropped in

to say  “How do!”

The rain it makes the stream to flow,

the water turns the wheel;

And grinding stones complete the trick

of turning corn to meal.

 

I was a merry miller once beside the River Dhoo;

I laughed and joked, was fond of fun

and quick at derring-do.

But now my life is clouded o’er and

trouble makes me frown;

Yet come what may, I’ll meet it square;

‘twill never get me down.