Henry Elliot Button - Allan Water - текст песни (слова)

On the banks of Allan Water, 
 When the sweet spring tide did fall, 
 Was the miller's lovely daughter,
 Fairest of them all.
 
 For his bride a soldier sought her,
 And a winning tongue had he, 
 On the banks of Allan Water, 
 None so gay as she.
 
 On the banks of Allan Water, 
 When brown autumn spreads its store,
 There I saw the miller's daughter, 
 But she smiled no more. 
 
 For the summer grief had brought her, 
 And a soldier false was he;
 On the banks of Allan Water,
 None so sad as she. 
 
 On the banks of Allan Wa-ter,
 When the wintry snow fell fast,
 Still was seen the miller's daughter;
 Chilling blew the blast.
 
 But the mill-er's lovely daughter,
 Both from cold and care was free;
 On the banks of Allan Water, 
 There a corse lay she.