(Trad)
Well it's easy, queasy, saft and easy
Ay, the mill gae'd on
O' a' the millers e'er I saw
There's nane like him o' Dron
There was a miller lived in Dron
And he was fed on beef and brose
Wi' sturdy limbs and shoulders broad
As you may well suppose
The miller was a sturdy loon
That ever hung a stone
And he's ta'en his suit a' different ways
As the wives kent weel at Dron
Noo the lassie she gae'd tae the mill
Wi' corn upon her heid
Sayin', Miller, would your stones still work
For we are oot o' breid
He took this fair maid in his arms
And in motion put his stones
And clink and clank then went the mill
Wi' a' the grind o' Dron
Noo the lassie she comes skippin' hame
A' fu' o' joy an' glee
Gin she had jointed on springs
Nae suppler could she be
She threw the meal-pock aff her back
She cried, Mither, mak' a scone
O' a' the millers e'er I saw
There's nane like him o' Dron
Noo the auld wife when the corn was done
Gae'd tae the mill hersel'
And quickly tae the miller
She began her needs tae tell
He laid her doon upon her back
And in motion put his stones
An' there he grind the auld wife's batch
Wi' a' the grind o' Dron
Noo the auld wife she cam' skippin' hame
As canty as a bee
Sayin', Lassie, put the kettle on
For we must hae some tea
She threw the meal-pock aff her back
An' began tae dance an' croon
O' a' the millers e'er I saw
There's nane like him o' Dron
But when the auld man heard o' this
He set upon his wife
The daughter she did intercede
Tae save her mither's life
The auld man he did thump them baith
And he never mind their moan
And he made them promise faithfully
Nae mair tae gang tae Dron
But they did nae lang their promise keep
They wearied sair for John(?)
And when the auld man went fae hame
They baith gae'd doon tae Dron
An' there he tak's them ain by ain
An' he eased them o' their moan
An' ay, he grinds their multure free
Wi' a' the grind o' Dron
(as sung by Cilla Fisher)
multure - a tax paid on the milling of flour
Susannes Folksong-Notizen English Notes
