Walter Pardon's version
Jim Carroll

THE MILLER AND HIS SONS

It's of a crafty miller and he
Had able sons one two and three
He called them all to make his will
To see which one should take the mill
With me wack fol the riddle ol The riddle ol the dee

The miller called far his eldest son
Said he my days are almost done
And if the will to you I make
What toll dost thou intend to take

Father he said my name is Jack
From every bushel I'll take a peck
And every bushel that I grind
The profits they'll be large I'll find
With me wack fol the riddle ol The riddle ol the dee

Thou art a fool the old man said
Thou hast not learned well thy trade
To take such toll no man could live
To thee the mill I ne'er will give
With me wack fol the riddle ol
The riddle ol the dee

The miller called for his second son
Said he my days are almost done
And if the will to you I make
What toll dost thou intend to take
With me wack fol the riddle ol
The riddle ol the dee

Father he said my name is Ralph
From every bushell I'll take a half
And every bushel that I grind
The profits they'll be large I'll find
With me wack fol the riddle ol
The riddle ol the dee

Thou art a fool the old man said
Thou hast not learned well thy trade
To take such toll no man could live
To thee the mill I ne'er will give
With me wack fol the riddle ol
The riddle ol the dee

The miller called for his youngest son
Said he my days are almost done
And if the will to you I make
What toll dost thou intend to take
With me wack fol the riddle ol
The riddle ol the dee

Father he said I am your boy
To take the toll will be my joy
Before I shall good living lack
I'll take it all I'll forswear the sack
With me wack fol the riddle ol
The riddle ol the dee

Thou art my boy the old man said
And thou hast learned well thy trade
I give the mill to thee he cried,
Then he turned on his side and died