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HERE was a jolly miller once lived on the
river Dee, He danced and he sang from morn till
night, no lark so blithe as he, And this the burden of his song for ever
used to be, "I care for nobody, no, not I, if nobody cares for me!
“I live by my mill : God bless her! She's kindred,
child, and wife, I would not change my station for any other in life; No lawyer, surgeon, or doctor, e'er had a groat from
I care for nobody, no, not I, if nobody cares for THE JOLLY MILLER.
The reason why he was so blythe
He once did thus unfold“The bread I eat my hands have earned ;
I covet no man's gold.
In debt to none I be;
If nobody cares for me.
“A coin or two I've in my purse,
To help a needy friend; A little I can give the poor,
And still have some to spend. Though I may fail, yet I rejoice,
Another's good hap to see; I care for nobody, no, not I,
If nobody cares for me."
So let us his example take,
And be from malice free;
As served he'd like to be.
OLD KING COLE.
OLD King Cole was a merry old soul,
Oh, there's none so rare
As can compare
THE MAN IN THESSALY.
THERE was a man in Thessaly,
And he was wondrous wise,
And scratched out both his eyes ;
With all his might and main
And scratched them in again.