The Miller of the Dee

There dwelt a miller, hale and bold, beside the river Dee; 
He danced and sang from morn till night, no lark so blithe as he; 
And this the burden of his song forever used to be: - 
"I care for nobody, no not I, if nobody cares for me. 
"I live by my mill, God bless her! she's kindred, child, and wife; 
I would not change my station for any other in life; 
No lawyer, surgeon, or doctor e'er had a groat from me; 
I care for nobody, no not I if nobody cares for me." 
When spring begins his merry career, oh, how his heart grows [bad word]  
No summer's drought alarms his fear, nor winter's cold decay; 
No foresight mars the miller's joy, who's wont to sing and say, 
"Let others toil from year to year, I live from day to day." 
Thus, like the miller, bold and free, let us rejoice and sing; 
The days of youth are made for glee, and time is on the wing; 
This song shall pass from me to thee, along the jovial ring; 
Let heart and voice and all agree to say, "Long live the king."