Here's #761B from Greig-Duncan. Again, no tune.

RODGER THE MILLER

Rodger the miller came a-courting of late
A rich farmer's daughter called beautiful Kate
She had to her portion fine jewels and rings
She had to her portion fine jewels and rings
She had to her portion fine jewels and rings
She had to her portion — she had to her portion
Fifty fine things.

Extortions of gold would dazzle your eyes
With jewels and rings and twenty fine things
Now Roger the miller could no longer bide
Twas unto Miss Katie, his beautiful bride
Ye are my jewel, my joy and delight
There is no other woman — there is no other woman
Shall be my sweet bride.
Supper being over and the money down told
It was a fine portion of silver and gold
But suppose she be handsome and remarkable fair
But suppose she be handsome and remarkable fair
But suppose she be handsome and remarkable fair
I'll not wed your daughter — I'll not wed your daughter —
Without the gray mare.

Out spake her father and he spake with speed
I thought you had married my daughter indeed
But since it is so, the case is no worse
My money once more I will put in my purse
And since I am her father, I solemnly swear
You shan't have my daughter — you shan't have my daughter —
Nor yet the gray mare.

Now Rodger the miller was kicked out of door
That in there again he durst enter no more
Now Rodger tore down his locks of long hair
Now Rodger tore down his locks of long hair
Now Rodger tore down his locks of long hair
And wished he had never — and wished he had never —
Stood for the gray mare.

In a two years after, and a little above
Who met with Miss Katie, but Rodger her love,
It's Oh my dear jewel, oh don't you know me?
If I'm not mistaken, I've seen you, said she,
Or one in your likeness, with long yellow hair,
That once came a-courting that once came a-courting —
My father's gray mare.

I know that said Rodger, I stood for you both,
That once on a day . . . . . . . . .
I thought that your father would made little doubt
But give me his daughter and the gray mare to boot.
Before he had lost such a beautiful son
But now I am sorry but now I am sorry
For what I have done.

Your sorrow said Kate I value it not
There is young men in this world anew to be got
Sure, you are a man and a man in despair.
To marry a wife for the sake of a mare
The price of the gray mare would have no been so great
So fare ye wee! Rodger, so fare ye well Rodger
Go mourn for her sake.


from the singing of G. Kean