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No. 11 - Song - Janet and Chorus
| Janet: | There was a merry miller of the Lowland I've been told, |
| Girls: | A very merry miller as you see, |
| Men: | Ha, ha! |
| Janet: | Who never cared a rap for love but mickle cared for gold; |
| Tenors: | Oh, the rusty dusty miller, |
| Janet: | Mickle cared he for his siller. |
| Girls: | For the very merry miller, lads sing hey! |
| Janet: | The Miller's pow was grey and old was he, they say, But he must go a-courtin' of a summer's day, And who should he pick out (the lad was full no doubt) But Margery, the tavern maid? |
| Chorus: | What Margery? |
| Janet: | Ay, Margery, the pouting, flouting Margery; The laughing chaffing Margery Wi' all her smiles and winks, the minx; She married him for siller, The rusty dusty Miller, Ha, ha, ha, ha! Ho, ho, ho, ho! She married him for siller and his cake was dough. |
| Chorus: | What Margery? |
| Janet: | Ay, Margery. |
| Chorus: | The pouting, flouting Margery; Ha, ha, ha, ha! Ho, ho, ho, ho! She married him for siller and his cake was dough. |
| Janet: | Oh Margery, the tavern maid, she was a merry wife, |
| Girls: | A very merry wifey as you see, |
| Men: | Ha, ha! |
| Janet: | The miller puir unlucky soul he leads the de'il's own life; |
| Tenors: | It's a rusty life she leads him, |
| Janet: | It is little that she heeds him. |
| Girls: | For the life his wifie leads him, lads sing hey! |
| Janet: | The way she flirts and gads with all the likely lads Is very wrong; they say she has a kiss for all, That's what a man must get who weds a sad coquette Like Margery, the tavern maid? |
| Chorus: | What Margery? |
| Janet: | Ay, Margery, the pouting, flouting Margery; The laughing chaffing Margery Wi' all her smiles and winks, the minx; She married him for siller, The rusty dusty Miller, Ha, ha, ha, ha! Ho, ho, ho, ho! She married him for siller and his cake was dough. |
| Chorus: | What Margery? |
| Janet: | Ay, Margery. |
| Chorus: | The pouting, flouting Margery; Ha, ha, ha, ha! Ho, ho, ho, ho! She married him for siller and his cake was dough |
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American Musical Theatre | Rob Roy
Page modified 18 February 2017