Here it is again -- first time I posted it the returns got deleted somehow...

Chris

There was a buxom and a brisk young lass Went down to the mill one day, Oh To get some corn all for to grind [....] devil of it [.......] miller could she find

ref:Singing tum num doom dum day

At last the miller boy he did come in And this young girl she did begin "I've a peck of corn all for to grind But I can't stay, I've got very little time"

"Come sit you down my sweet little dear I cannot grind your corn, I fear For the stones is high and the water's low And I can't grind for the mill won't go"

So she sat down on a sack And they talked of this and they talked of that They talked of love of a [.....]kind And she soon found that the mill would grind