The Miller’s Dochter
There was a miller’s dochter, She wadna want a baby, O; She took her father’s grey hound An’ row’d it in a plaidie, O.
Singing, Hush-a-ba! hush-a-ba! Hush-a-ba, my baby, O! An ’twere na for you lang beard, I wad kiss your gabbie, O!
While bedding operations have been in progress no song, surely, has been more welcome and effective than