the miller he hecht her a heart leal and loving,
the lair did address her wi' matter mair moving,
a fine pacing-horse wi' a clear chained bridle,
a whip by her side, and a bonie side-saddle.
o wae on the siller, it is sae prevailin',
and wae on the love that is fixed on a mailen!
a tocher's nae word in a true lover's parle,
but gie me my love, and a fig for the warl'!