Lyrics:
She was the miller's daughter fair,
Oft to the old mill window there,
Came a fisher lad to woo,
Vowing his heart was fond and true!
But the maid was cold and proud,
Mock'd at him and all he vowed,
When he begg'd her “Be my bride.”
Scornfully she replied:
chorus:
Don't be cross, it cannot be,
Don't be cross, dear one, with me,
I can never share thy lot
But still, but still forget me not!
… don't be cross,
… cannot be,
… don't be cross,
But still, but still forget me not!
She is the miller's daughter still,
Wooers have some now pass'd the mill,
Not so youthful as of yore,
She is cold and proud no more!
Now when she sees her old love pass
From her window smiles the lass;
But to her glances and her sighs
Merrily he replies:
