I am a jolly miller, come fae the miller's sirloch,And if you do not know me, my name is Willie Sproth.I play upon the bagpipes, we mickle, mirth and glee,And I care for nobody, no, not I, and nobody cares for me.First when I come here about, I do much for to do.We grind and corn and shear and grass, both late and early too.But now the harvest's over, and I'm in my milly,And I care for nobody, no, not I, and nobody cares for me.We're carrying heavy burdens, my back's inclined to boo.We're carrying heavy burdens, my back near broken too.But nature has formed the E, me slept for a pinch of this niche in Bree.So I care for nobody, no, not I, and nobody cares for me.My mill's got new machinery, it's somewhat strange to me.It's of a new construction, as ever me eyes did see.Can I at Dwarthy runes a heron a pinch of the brown rupee?I care for nobody, no, not I, and nobody cares for me.I'm engaged with Dr. Ramsey, he's laird o' our land.And when that he does call on me, I am at his command.Some people say he squirrels him, but he never quarrels me.So I care for nobody, no, not I, and nobody cares for me.www.mooji.org