Songs of the Ridings by F. W. (Frederic William) Moorman
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page 48 of 70 (68%)
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He'll ne'er lift his limmers,(6) he'll ne'er wean his gimmers(7):
Ay, there's Flowers o' the Forest are withered away. 1. Oak-post. 2. Branch of a leafing tree. 3. Earnest money. 4 Barn. 5. Quarryman 6. Wagon-shafts 7. Ewe lambs THE MILLER BY THE SHORE AN EAST COAST CHANTY The miller by the shore am I, A man o' despert sense; I've fotty different soorts o' ways O' addlin' honest pence. Good wheat and wuts and barley-corns My mill grinds all t' day lang ; Frae faave 'o t' morn while seven o' t' neet My days are varra thrang. Chorus I mill a bit, I till a bit, I dee all maks 'o jobs, Frae followin' ploos and hollowin' coos To mendin' chairs and squabs.(1) Oh! folks they laugh and girn at me, |
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