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1. A merry little river Went singing day by day, Until it reached a mill-dam That stretched across its way. And there it spread its waters, A quiet pond, to wait Until the busy miller Should lift the water gate. |
2. Then, hurrying through the gateway, The dashing waters found A mighty millwheel waiting— And turned it swiftly round. But faster turned the millstone Up in the dusty mill, And quickly did the miller With corn the hopper fill. |
| 3. And faster yet and faster The heavy stones went round, Until the golden kernels To golden meal were ground. “Now, fill the empty hopper With wheat,” the miller said; “We’ll grind this into flour To make the children’s bread.” | 4. And still, as flowed the water, The mighty wheel went round; And still, as turned the millstones, The corn and grain were ground. And busy was the miller The livelong day, until The water gate he fastened, And silent grew the mill. |
XVI.—MAKING BREAD.
“The farmer and the miller
Have worked,” the mother said,
“And got the flour ready,
So I will make the bread.”
She scooped from out the barrel
The flour white as snow,
And in her sieve she put it
And shook it to and fro.