Best I can do from multiple listenings...


There once was a miller and he lived all alone
Had three sons all fully grown
When he went for to make his will
All he had left was a little old mill
The sun comes up and the sun comes down
To mark a brand new day

So he called to him his eldest son
"Son, oh son, my race is run
If I a miller of you make
Pray tell me what toll will you take?"

"Oh father, father, my name is Bill
Out of each sack I'd take a chill (???)
"Fool, you fool," the old man cried
Cadging/capture (?) such a little and you'll never make a life (???)
The sun comes up and the sun comes down
To mark a brand new day

So they called to him his second son
"Son, oh son, my race is run
If I a miller of you make
Pray tell me what toll will you take?"

"Oh father, father, my name is Ralph
Out of each sack, I'd take the half
"Fool, you fool," the old man cried
Cadging/capture (?) such a little and you'll never make a life
The sun comes up and the sun comes down
To mark a brand new day

So he called to him his youngest son
"Son, oh son, my race is run
If I a miller of you make
Pray tell me what toll will you take?"

"Oh father, father, my name is Jack
I'd take the lot, foreswear the sack".
"Hallelujah!" the old man cried
To the old woman turned – "A toast!" he cried (?)
The sun comes up and the sun comes down
To mark a brand new day

So they wrapped him up in a neat cow's hide
And some do say his soul it died
Where he went no-one could say
But I rather fear that he went the other way
The sun comes up and the sun comes down
To mark a brand new day