The Mill, the Mill-O

As I came down yon water side
And by yon Shillin' Hill, O,
There I spied a bonny lass,
A lass that I loed right weel, O.

cho: The mill, mill-O, and the kill, kill-O
An' the coggin' O' Peggy's wheel, O.
The sack an' the sieve, a' she did leave,
An' danced the millers reel, O.

I spier'd at her, gin she cou'd play,
But the lassie had nae skill, O;
An' yet she was nae a' to blame,
She pat it in my will, O.

Then she fell o'er, an' sae did I,
An' danc'd the millars Reel, O,
Whene'er that bonny lassie comes again,
She shall hae her maut ground weel, O.

From Folk Songs and allads of Scotland, MacColl
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