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On the banks of Allan Water,
When the sweet spring tide 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 Allan Water,
None so gay as she.
On the banks of Allan Water,
When brown autumn spreads its store,
There I saw the miller's daughter,
But she smiled no more.
For the summer grief had brought her,
And a soldier false was he;
On the banks of Allan Water,
None so sad as she.
On the banks of Allan Water,
When the wintry 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 Allan Water,
There a corse lay she.
