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She was a miller's daughter fair
Oft to the old mill window there
Came a fisher lad to woo
Vowing his heart was fond and true
But the maid was cold and proud
Mocked at him and all he vowed
When he bid her
Be my bride
Scornfully she replied
Don't be cross it cannot be
Don't be cross be one with me
I can never share your lot
But dear but dear forget me not
She's a miller's daughter still
Wooers have somehow passed the mill
Not so youthful as of yore
She is cold and proud no more
When she sees her old love pass
From her window smiles the lass
But to her glances and her sighs
Merrily he replies
Don't be cross it cannot be
Don't be cross be one with me
I can never share your lot
But dear but dear forget me not
Don't be cross it cannot be
Don't be cross it cannot be
But dear but dear forget me not