"O have you seen a pretty ewe That hath a tender lamb, A strayed from the orchard glade That little one and dam?" "O pretty maid" he answered, "They passed as here I lie!" And 'twas down in yonder valley, love, Where the water glideth by. 3[6] She wandered o'er the country wide The sheep she could not find; And many times she did upbraid Young Johnny in her mind. She sought in leafy forest green She sought them low and high, And 'twas down in yonder valley, love, Where the water glideth by. 4 "Oh silly maid," young Johnny said, "Alone why did you seek?" Her heart was full of anger, and The flush was in her cheek. "Where one alone availeth not, There two your sheep may spie, And 'tis down in yonder valley, love, Where the water glideth by." 5 Then lo! they both forgot their quest, They found what neither sought, Two loving hearts long kept apart Together now were brought. He found the words he long had lacked, He found and held her eye; And 'twas down in yonder valley, love, Where the water glideth by. 6[7] Now married were this loving pair, And joined in holy band, No more they go a seeking sheep, Together hand in hand. Around her feet play children sweet, Beneath the summer sky, And 'tis down in yonder valley, love, Where the water glideth by. [Footnote 6: These verses may be omitted in singing.] [Footnote 7: These verses may be omitted in singing.] No. 12 THE MILLER AND HIS SONS C.J.S. [Music] 1 There was a miller, as you shall hear, Long time he lived in Devonshire, He was took sick and deadly ill, And had no time to write his will! He was took sick and deadly ill, And had no time to write his will. 2 So he call'd up his eldest son, Said he, "My glass is almost run. If I to thee my mill shall give, Tell me what toll thou'lt take to live?" 3 "Father," said he, "My name is Jack, From every bushel I'll take a peck. From every grist that I do grind, That I may thus good living find." 4 "Thou art a fool," the old man said, "Thou hast not half acquired thy trade. My mill to thee I ne'er will give For by such toll no man can live." 5 Then he call'd up his second son, Said he, "My glass is almost run. If I to thee my mill shall make, Tell me what toll to live thou'lt take?" 6 "Father you know my name is Ralph, From every bushel I'll take a half From every grist that I do grind, That I may thus a living find." 7 "Thou art a fool," the old man said; "Thou hast not half acquired thy trade. My mill to thee I will not give, For by such toll no man may live." 8 Then he call'd up his youngest son, Says he, "My glass is almost run. If I to thee my mill shall make Tell me what toll, to live, thou'lt take?" 9