I live by my mill, God bless her!
She's kindred, child, and wife
I would not change my station
For any other in life.
No lawyer, surgeon, or doctor
E'er had a groat from me
I care for nobody, no, not I,
If nobody cares for me.

When Spring begins its merry career
Oh! how his heart grows gay
No summer drought alarms his fears
Nor winter's sad decay
No foresight mars the miller's joy
Who's wont to sing and say
Let others toil from year to year
I live from day to day.

Thus like the miller, bold and free
Let us rejoice and sing
The days of youth are made for glee
And time is on the wing.
This song shall pass from me to thee
Along this jovial ring
Let heart and voice and all agree to say
"Long live the King."