Paroles de The Derbyshire Miller

The miller he caught the maid by the toe What d'ya call this my dearest? The miller he caught the maid by the toe What d'ya call this my dearest? Oh this is my toe, next to my shoe sole, Your sole in my territory I'm the maid of the mill and the corn grinds well The miller he caught the maid by the shin What d'ya call this my dearest? The miller he caught the maid by the shin What d'ya call this my dearest? Oh this is my shin, next to my shoe heel, Your heel in my territory I'm the maid of the mill and the corn grinds well The miller he caught the maid by the knee What d'ya call this my dearest? The miller he caught the maid by the knee What d'ya call this my dearest? Oh this is my knee, right next to my thigh, Your thigh in my territory I'm the maid of the mill and the corn grinds well The miller he caught the maid by the waist What d'ya call this my dearest? The miller he caught the maid by the waist What d'ya call this my dearest? Oh this is my waist, young miller make haste And we'll dance in your territory I'm the maid of the mill and the corn grinds well