Roger The Miller

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Young Roger the miller came courting of late
 To a farmer's fine daughter called beautiful Kate
 She had for her fortune a many fine things
 Beautiful silks and gold, diamonds and rings
 Her father, he gave her a neat plot of ground
 She had also a fortune, she had also a fortune of five hundred pounds
 Then the money and supper, they both were laid down
 Well, it was a great sight to see five hundred pounds
 The sight of that money and beauty likewise
 Made Roger's heart greedy and dazzled his eyes
 "Now that your daughter and money is here
 'Tis I will not have her, 'tis I will not have her without that gray mare"
 Then the money and supper were taken from sight
 And likewise young Kathy, his own heart's delight
 Roger was taken and shown out the door
 And ordered not for to come there anymore
 'Twas then he did tear at his long yellow hair
 Saying, "I wish I had never, I wish I had never spoke of that gray mare"
 Now it was when six months, they were over and past
 And Roger the miller, he met with his lass
 "I think I do know you then, madam," said he
 "I am the same way with you, sir," said she
 "A man with your features with fine yellow hair
 Oh he once came a-courting, he once came a-courting my father's gray mare"
 "Well, it was not a-courting the gray mare I came
 But you, my own jewel, my Kathy by name
 I thought that your father would never dispute
 To give me the gray mare with you to boot
 And not to risk lose such a dutiful son
 Oh it's now I am sorry, it's now I am sorry for what I have done"
 "For your sorrow, young Roger, I have little regard
 For there's plenty of men in this town to be had
 If you forgot the gray mare, you'd be married, you see
 But now you have neither the gray mare nor me
 The price of that mare, it was never so great
 Oh fare you well, Roger, oh fare you well, Roger, you're a sorrowful state"
 Now Roger's away to his desolate home
 And he sighs as he sits there and sups all alone
 Kathy, she sings, she is happy and gay
 She has wed a young miller who works the long day
 Lads, when you're courting, be always aware
 To court with a young maid, to court with a young maid and not the gray mare
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Duration
04:14
Key
11
Tempo
163 BPM

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