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A good fat cow, a sleeky cow,
were standing in the byre;
While lazy puss with mealy mouse,
were playing at the fire.
Good signs are these my mither says,
and bids me tak the miller;
For foul day, and fair day,
he's ay bringing till her
For meal and ma't she disna want,
nor ony thing that's dainty,
And now and then a keckling hen
to lay her eggs in plenty.
In winter when the wind and rain,
blaws o'er the barn and byre;
The miller by a clean hearth-stane,
beside a ranting fire.
He sits and cracks and tells his tale,
o'er ale that is right nappy;
Who'd be a Queen that gaudy thing,
when a miller's wife's sae happy.
●THAT I NE'ER HAD BEEN MARRIED.●
I am a batchelor just in my prime,
