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T39367 1 Oxfordshire Tragedy, The THERE was a miller who had three sons, / And knowing his life was almost run, Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 681 The Miller's Advice to his three Sons, / in taking of Toll. 1763-1763

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THERE was a miller who had three sons, And knowing his life was almost run, He calld them all, and askd their will, If that to them he left his mill. He called first for his eldest son, Saying, My life is almost run, If I to you this mill do make, What toll do you intend to take? Father, said he, my name is Jack, Out of a bushel Ill take a peck, From every bushel that I grind, That I may a good living find. Thou art a fool, the old man said, Thou hast not well learnd thy trade, This mill to thee I neer will give, For by such toll no man can live. He calld for his middlemost son, Saying, My life is almost run, If I to thee the mill do make, What toll do you intend to take?
Father, says he, my name is Ralph, Out of a bushel Ill take it half, From every bushel that I grind, So that I may a good living find. Thou art a fool, the old man said, Thou hast not learned well thy trade, This mill to you I neer can give, For by such toll no man live. He called for his youngest son, Saying, My life is almost run, If I to you this mill do make, What toll do you intend to take? Father, said he, I am your only boy, For taking toll is all my joy: Before I will a good living lack, Ill take it all, and forswear the sack. Thou art my boy, the old man said, For thou hast well learnd thy trade; This mill to thee Ill give, he cryd, And then he clossd up his eyes and dyd.
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