There was a jolly miller once, Lived on the River Dee; He worked and sang, from morn to night; No lark so blithe as he. And this the burden of his song, Forever used to be, "I care for nobody, not I, If no one cares for me.
Fine feathers, they say, make fine birds. - Isaac Bickerstaffe
Fine feathers, they say, make fine birds.
- Isaac Bickerstaffe
Hope! thou nurse of young desire. - Isaac Bickerstaffe
Hope! thou nurse of young desire.
There was a jolly miller once, Lived on the River Dee; He worked and sang, from morn to night; No lark so blithe as he. And this the burden of his so… - Isaac Bickerstaffe
There was a jolly miller once, Lived on the River Dee; He worked and sang, from morn to night; No lark so blithe as he. And this the burden of his so…
Young fellows will be young fellows. - Isaac Bickerstaffe
Young fellows will be young fellows.
Tis a sure sign work goes on merrily, when folks sing at it. - Isaac Bickerstaffe
Tis a sure sign work goes on merrily, when folks sing at it.
But if I'm content with a little, Enough is as good as a feast. - Isaac Bickerstaffe
But if I'm content with a little, Enough is as good as a feast.
How happy is the sailor's life, from coast to coast to roam; in every port he finds a wife, in every land a home. - Isaac Bickerstaffe
How happy is the sailor's life, from coast to coast to roam; in every port he finds a wife, in every land a home.
The greatness that would make us grave, Is but an empty thing. What more than mirth would mortals have? The cheerful man's a king. - Isaac Bickerstaffe
The greatness that would make us grave, Is but an empty thing. What more than mirth would mortals have? The cheerful man's a king.
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