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The Oldham Tinkers
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The Lancashire Miller
Owd Jeremy Gigg, a miller was he, In Lancashire born and bred; The mill was all he depended on, To earn him his daily bread. Owd Jeremy he was growing owd, His latter end it was near; He had three sons, and it puzzled him sore Which of 'em should be his heir.
Now he call'd to him his eldest son,- 'An answer give to me: What way would theaw tak thy bread to mak', If my mill I left to thee?' 'Oh if the mill were mine,' said he, 'I'll plainly tell to yeaw, Out of every seck I'd tak' a peck, As yeaw've been used to do.'
Now he call'd to him his second son-- 'An answer give to me: What way would theaw tak thy bread to mak' If my mill were given to thee?' 'Oh, if the mill were mine,' said he, もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com 'As sure as my name's Rafe, Instead of a peck out of every seck, I'm sure I'd tak one-hawf.'
Now he call'd to him his youngest son; His youngest son was Will; 'On the answer theaw does give to me, Depends who gets the mill.' 'Oh, if the mine,' said he, 'A living I would mek; Instead o' one-hawf I'd tek it all, And cheat 'em out o' th' seck.'
Then owd Jeremy he rose up in bed, To hear him talk so smart; Saying, 'Well done, Will! Theaw's won the mill; Theaw'rt the lad o' meh heart!' The other two look'd rather blue, An' swore it wur too bad; But little Will, he won the mill, And the Devil he got his dad.
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