THE MILLER
This jolly, fat miller works hard every day,
To grind up the corn in the very best way;
Oh, bright is his smile and friendly his chat,
And on his head always he wears a white hat;
Oh, gay is his whistle and cheery his song.
Et sur sa tête toujours un chapeau très-blanc.
Pourquoi?
Pour se tenir la tête chaude.
A KING.[D]
A king:—in history my name is surely known;
Their love my subjects by word and deed have shown.
Tho’ grieved to leave the palace of my sires,
Tho’ grieved to leave the land of sunny skies,
Choice of evils bade me leave my tottering throne,—
Should I say more my answer would be known.