There was a jolly miller once lived on the river Dee;
He worked and sung from morn till night, no lark more blithe than he
And this the burden of his song for ever used 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."

So sang the jolly miller, who lived on the river Dee;
He worked and sung from morn till night, no lark more blithe than he
And this the burden of his song for ever used to be:
"I care for nobody, no not I, if nobody cares for me."