There was a jolly miller Lived on the river Dee: He worked and sung from morn till night, No lark so blithe as he, And this the burden of his song For ever used to be-- I jump mejerrime jee! I care for nobody--no! not I, Since nobody cares for me. CLXVII. As I was going along, long, long, A singing a comical song, song, song, The lane that I went was so long, long, long, And the song that I sung was as long, long, long, And so I went singing along. CLXVIII. Where are you going, my pretty maid? I'm going a-milking, sir, she said. May I go with you, my pretty maid? You're kindly welcome, sir, she said. What is your father, my pretty maid? My father's a farmer, sir, she said. Say, will you marry me, my pretty maid? Yes, if you please, kind sir, she said. Will you be constant, my pretty maid? That I can't promise you, sir, she said. Then I won't marry you, my pretty maid! Nobody asked you, sir! she said. CLXIX. [Song on the bells of Derby on foot-ball morning, a custom now discontinued:] Pancakes and fritters, Say All Saints and St. Peters; When will the _ball_ come, Say the bells of St. Alkmun; At two they will throw, Says Saint Werabo; O! very well, Says little Michel. CLXX. I have been to market, my lady, my lady; Then you've not been to the fair, says pussy, says pussy; I bought me a rabbit, my lady, my lady; Then you did not buy a hare, says pussy, says pussy; I roasted it, my lady, my lady; Then you did not boil it, says pussy, says pussy; I eat it, my lady, my lady; And I'll eat you, says pussy, says pussy. CLXXI. My father left me three acres of land, Sing ivy, sing ivy; My father left me three acres of land, Sing holly, go whistle and ivy! I ploughed it with a ram's horn, Sing ivy, sing ivy; And sowed it all over with one pepper corn, Sing holly, go whistle and ivy! I harrowed it with a bramble bush, Sing ivy, sing ivy; And reaped it with my little penknife, Sing holly, go whistle and ivy! I got the mice to carry it to the barn, Sing ivy, &c. And thrashed it with a goose's quill, Sing holly, &c. I got the cat to carry it to the mill, Sing ivy, &c. The miller he swore he would have her paw, And the cat she swore she would scratch his face, Sing holly, go whistle and ivy! CLXXII. [The original of the following is to be found in 'Deuteromelia, or the second part of Musicks Melodie,' 4to, Lond. 1609, where the music is also given.] Three blind mice, see how they run! They all ran after the farmer's wife, Who cut off their tails with the carving-knife, Did you ever see such fools in your life? Three blind mice. CLXXIII.