Miller\u27s Maid

There blooms by the cot in the daleA beautiful rose of the vale,La la la la la la laA beautiful rose of the valeBut more fair is the maidenThat blooms on the spotShe\u27s the loveliest flower That grows near the cotLa la la la... 3A dashing young soldier came by,Her voice, like a zephyr was nigh,La la la&c.Her voice, like a zephyr was nigh,Then he sought the fair maiden And wished for her name,But her answer was only,In wild notes, the same,La la la &c. 4 Wilt thou be my love? then he cried,But still the gay beauty replied,La la la &c.But still the gay beauty replied, I will give you fair jewels I\u27ll give you bright things, But the maiden, unmindful,Still merrily sings,La la la &c. 5The soldier, though slighted, remains,Her wild notes he has for his paine,La la la &c.Hew wild notes he has for his pains,And the song of the maiden Is hear in the glen,And as spring time returns,May we hear it againLa la la &c