The Banks Of Allen
Water On the banks of the Allen Water When the sweet springtime did fall Was the miller's lovely daughter Fairest of them all. For his bride, a soldier sought her And a winning tongue had he On the banks of the Allen Water So misled was she. On the banks of the Allen Water When the autumn spread its store There I saw the miller's daughter But she smiled no more For the summer, grief had brought her And the soldier, false was he On the banks of the Allen Water Left alone was she. On the banks of the Allen Water When the winter snow fell fast Still was seen the miller's daughter Chilling blew the blast. But the miller's lovely daughter Both from cold and care was free On the banks of Allen Water In a grave lay she. |
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