Miller's Will, The

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(Traditional)

 Last Updated 07/12/96

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There was an old miller and he lived alone
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Had three sons all fully grown
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When the time came to make out his will
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All he had left was a little grist mill.

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Refrain:        Singin' fol-dig-a-di-oh, Fol dig-a-day.

He called to him his eldest son
Said, "son, oh son my race is run
If I a miller of you make
Pray tell me what toll you take?"

Father, oh father my name is Bill
Out of each bushel I'd take a gill
You fool you fool the old man cries
On such a little you'll never get a rise.

He called to him his, second son
Said, "son oh son my race is run
If I a miller of you make
Pray tell me what toll you'd take?"

Father, oh father my name is, Ralph
Out of each bushel I'd take half
Not enough, not enough the old man said
Such a little you'd never get ahead.

He called to him his youngest son
Said, "son oh son my race is run
If I a miller of you make
Pray tell me what toll you would take?"

Father, oh father my name is Paul
Out of each bushel I'd take all
Hallelujah, the old man cried
Then he turned up him toes, and he died.

They buried him in a little box grave
Some do not think his soul was saved
Where he went I could not say
But I rather believe he went the other way.

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Ed Bick's Tab Archive, 1997