By an old mill sat a miller's pretty daughter,

voiceCollected by Joe Moore Sung by Mrs. Edna Bergdorf for M. C. Parler Eureka Springs, Arkansas December 22, 1964 Reel 379 Item 6 ["By an Old Mill"] No Title Given By an old mill sat a miller's pretty daughter, and her cheeks were like the first red rose of June, And her sweet voice sounded like the rippling waters, as so tenderly she hummed an old love tune. Soon her song of joy was turned to sorrow, for her sweetheart had not come to say good-by, And she is dreaming sadly of that lonely tomorrow, As he kisses her he murmurs with a sigh. When the bees are in their hive and the honey is in the comb, and the gentle sunbeams bend to kiss the dew, When that old mill wheel goes round I'll love you Mary, When the bees are in their hive I'll come for you, When the bees are in their hive I'll come for you. 4Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation