Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Roger The Miller, artist - Karan Casey. Album song Songlines, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 21.05.2006
Record label: Shanachie
Song language: English
Roger The Miller |
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 |