Lyrics

There was an old miller who lived all alone He had three sons who were almost grown He was about to make his will And all that he had was a little old mill Hi-lo-diddle-lol-day The miller called to his oldest son "Son, oh son, I'm almost gone And if to you this will I make Pray tell me the toll that you aim to take" Hi-lo-diddle-lol-day "Father, you know my name is Heck Out of a bushel I'll take a peck If my fortune I would make Now this is the toll that I mean to take" Hi-lo-diddle-lol-day "Son, oh son, I'm afraid you're a fool You have not learned to follow my rule This mill to you I will not give For by such a toll no man can livе" Hi-lo-diddle-lol-day The miller thеn called to his second son "Son, oh son, I'm almost gone And if to you this will I make Pray tell me the toll that you aim to take" Hi-lo-diddle-lol-day "Father, you know my name is Ralph Out of a bushel I'll take half If my fortune I would make Now this is the toll that I mean to take" Hi-lo-diddle-lol-day "Son, oh son, I'm afraid you're a fool You have not learned to follow my rule This mill to you I will not give For by such a toll no man can live" Hi-lo-diddle-lol-day The miller then called to his youngest son "Son, oh son, I'm almost gone And if to you this will I make Pray tell me the toll that you aim to take" Hi-lo-diddle-lol-day "Father, you know my name is Paul Out of a bushel I'll take all Take all the grain and swear to the sack And kick the old farmer if he ever comes back" Hi-lo-diddle-lol-day "Glory to God", the old man says I've got one son who's learned my ways" "Hallelujah," the old woman cried And the old man straightened out his legs and he died Hi-lo-diddle-lol-day