The Pride of the Mill
Air -- original
Come all you true lovers,
Give ear to my song.
It's of a beautiful female,
I won't keep you long.
The first time I saw her,
My heart was so full
When I met wa young jeanie
The pride of the mill.
She's a beautiful damsel
The fairest I've seen,
She dresses so tidy
My neat little queen.
I love this young lassie
And I always think still
She's my bonnie young jeanie,
The pride o' the mill.
The next time I saw her
I asked her sa kind,
Say I my fair lassie
Will you except to be mine?
I loved her sa weel
And I wrought wa great skill
To try for to gain her
The pride o' the mill.
She answered and said
Excuse me young man,
To be your loving wife
That's more than I can.
Your question at present
I cannot fulfill
So I've lost my young jeanie
The pride o' the mill.
I'll finish my rhyme
And end up ma sang
For loving this weaver
I'm sure noe its wrang
You lads a'thats courting
O'er your lass don't be full
Or you'll ge the slope as I got it
Frae the pride o' the mill.
