"The Lancashire Lads" गीत

Owd Jeremy Grig a miller were he i' Lancashire born an' bred.
The mill were all he depended upon,to earn him his daily bread.
Owd Jeremy he were growin' owd, his latter end were near,
He had three sons, it troubled him sore, which of 'em would be his heir.

He called to him his eldest son "An answer give to me
What will tha tek thy livin' to mek if t'mill were given to thee?"
"If the mill were mine," said he, "Ah'll plainly tell to you
Out of every sack Ah'd tek a peck as you've been used to do".

Well he called to him his second son "An answer give to me
What way would tha tek thy livin' to mek if t'mill were given to thee?"
"If the mill were mine," said he, "as sure as my name is Ralph
Instead of a peck out of every sack I'm sure I'd tek an 'alf."

He called to him his youngest son, his youngest son were Will
"Upon the answer you give to me depends who gets the mill."
"Oh if the mill were mine," said Will, "my livin' for to make
Instead of an 'alf, Ah'd tek all t'lot an' swear 'em out of the sack."

Owd Jeremy he sat up in bed to hear him talk so smart
Sayin' "Well done Will, tha's won the mill, a lad after mi own heart"
The other two looked rayther blue and swore it were too bad,
But little Will he got the mill and t'devil he got the dad.