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