Little ole miller

              Collected by Sue Jackson For M.C. Parier Transcribed by Linda Humphrey
Sung by Mrs. Pearl Brewer Ravenden Springs, Ark. Feb. 1. 1964
Reel 431 Item 11
The Little Ole Miller
There was a little ole miller, lived under the hill, Dan do, dan do.
A little ole miller lived under the hill,
Tommy temma clash tom clingo.
The little ole miller lived under the hill,
And all he owned was a little ole mill,
Tommy temma clash tom clingo.
Out of his pocket he took a knife,
Dan do, dan do.
Out of his pocket he took a knife,
Tommy temma clash tom clingo.
Out of his pocket he took a knife And swore he'd take his wife's life,
Tommy temma clash tom clingo.
Said I'll tell my daddy and all my kin,
Dando, dan do.
I'll tell my daddy and all my kin,
Tommy temma clash tom clingo.
I'll tell my daddy and all my kin You whipped me on my naked skin,
Tommy temma clash tom clingo.
I'll tell your daddy that you have lied,
Dan do, dan do.
I'll tell your daddy that you have lied,
Tommy temma clash tom clingo.
I'll tell your daddy that you have lied;
I wrapped you up in a wether's shide,
Tommy temma clash tom clingo.The Little Ole Miller (continued)
(Mrs. Brewer told the rest of this song because she didn't feel well enough to sing it.)
This little ole miller he got sick and knew he was gonna die, so he had seven sons. He called up his seven sons and told them he'd will his mill to the wisest one.
Well, he said to test their wisdom and their fate, they was to tell him how much toll they'd take.
And the oldest son, his name was Nath, he said out of every bushel, he'd take an eighth.
And the second son, his name was Jake, he said no toll he'd ever take.
And the third son, his name was Neil, he said in
each customer's sack, he'd add a little meal.
And the fourth son, his name was Blair, he said he'd take waht the customers thought was fair.
And the fifth son, his name was. . .(couldn't remember).
And the sixth son, his name was Heck, he said out of
every bushel, he'd take a peck.
And the seventh son, his name was Paul, he said out of every bushel, he'd take it all and swear he didn't see the sack at all.
Well, he said, Son, oh, son, you're a very wise son.
The very same trick your dadddy would have done. I'll will to you my mill I will, because you'll take and never fear.
And said the little ole miller straightened out and died. And the little ole woman wrung her hands and cried.
She said we've earned our living from the grain, and now only one turn each customer will bring.