There was a jolly miller once
Liv'd on the river Dee ;
He danc'd and sang from morn till night,
No lark so blithe as he.
And this the burden of his song
For ever us'd to be
I care for nobody, no, not I,
If nobody cares for me. 

I love my mill, she is to me
Like parent, child and wife;
I would not change my station
For any other in life.
Then push, push, push the bowl, my boys,
And pass it 'round to me;
The longer we sit here and drink,
The merrier we shall be.

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."

There was a jolly miller once
Liv'd on the river Dee ;
He danc'd and sang from morn till night,
No lark so blithe as he.
And this the burden of his song
For ever us'd to be
I care for nobody, no, not I,
If nobody cares for me.