10
The miller he took up his long crook,
And the maiden up from the stream he took.
11
'I'll give to thee this gay gold chain,
If you'll take me back to my father again.'
12
The miller he took the gay gold chain,
And he pushed her into the water again.
13
The miller was hanged on his high gate
For drowning our poor sister Kate.
14
The cat's behind the buttery shelf,
If you want any more, you may sing it yourself.
S.
Kinloch MSS, VI, 89, in Kinloch's hand.
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1
'O father, father, swims a swan,'
This story I'll vent to thee
'O father, father, swims a swan,
Unless it be some dead woman.'
I'll prove true to my true love,
If my love prove true to me
2
The miller he held out his long fish hook,
And hooked this fair maid from the brook.