I heard afar below,
How busy the jolly miller was,
And how the wheel did go.
“And I peeped into the widow’s field,
And, sure enough, were seen
The yellow ears of the mildewed corn,
All standing stout and green.
“And down by the weaver’s croft I stole,
To see if the flax were sprung;
And I met the weaver at his gate,