There was a jolly miller once liv’d on the river Dee;
He danc’d and he sang from morn till night, no lark so blithe as he.
And this the burden of his song for ever us’d to be
I care for nobody, no, not I, if nobody cares for me
I live by my mill, God bless her! she’s kindred, child, and wife
I would not change my station for any other in life
No lawyer, surgeon, or doctor, e’er had a groat from me
I care for nobody, no, not I, if nobody cares for me
When Spring begins its merry career, oh! how his heart grows gay
No summer drought alarms his fears, nor winter’s sad decay
No foresight mars the miller’s joy, who’s wont to sing and say
Let others toil from year to year, I live from day to day
Thus like the miller, bold and free, let us rejoice and sing
The days of youth are made for glee, and time is on the wing
This song shall pass from me to thee, along this jovial ring
Let heart and voice and all agree to say, Long live the King.
in The Convivial Songster, 1782