A brisk you lass so brisk and gay
She went unto the mill one day.
There's a peck of corn all for to grind,
The devil of the miller could she find

A brisk you lass, so brisk and gay,
She went down to the mill one day.

Chorus (repeated after each verse):
To me right ful la, my diddle diddle lay do,
Right ful, right ful ay

She'd a peck of corn all for to grind
But the devil of the miller could she find.

But alas last the miller he did come in
And this fair maid she did begin:
“There's a peck of corn all for to grind;
I can but stay a litte time.”

When at last the miller came in
This fair young lass she did begin.

“I've a peck of corn all for to grind
And I can but stay a litte time.”

“Come sit you down, my sweet pretty dear,
For I cannot grind your corn, I fear.
My stones is high and my water low;
I cannot grind for the mill won't go.”

“Come sit you down, my sweet pretty dear,
For I cannot grind your corn, I fear.”

Then she sat down all on a sack,
They talked of this, and they talked of that,
They talked of love, of love proved kind,
She soon found out the mill would grind.

Then she sat down all on a sack,
And they talked of this, and they talked of that.

Then he got up the mill to grind
And left her down the stones to mind.
Then an easy up and down,
She scarce could tell when her corn was ground.

Then an easy up and down,
She scarce could tell when her corn was ground.

“Then go you home, my sweet pretty dear,
The corn is ground and the mill is clear.”
She swore she'd been ground by a score or more
But never been ground so well before.

“Now go you home, my sweet pretty dear,
For your corn is ground and the mill is clear.”

She swore she'd been ground by a score or more
But never been ground so well before.

A bonny lassie bright and gay
Went up into a mill one day.
A peck of corn she had to grind,
And never a miller could she find.

There was a buxom and a brisk young lass,
Went down to the mill one day-o
To get some corn oh for to grind
But the devil out there to the miller could she find

Chorus (repeated after each verse):
With a/me fal the diddle i do fal the diddle ay,
Fal the diddle i do fal the diddle ay.

Chorus (repeated after each verse):
Singing dum dub a dum dum day

At last the miller he came in;
The pretty fair maid she did begin:
“A peck of corn I have to grind
But never a miller can I find.”

At last the miller boy he did come in,
And this young girl she did begin:
“I've a bag of corn oh for to grind
But I can't stay I've a very little time”

“My stones are up, my water's low,
My mill is not in tune to go.”
But they talked of love till love grew kind,
And then the mill began to grind.

“Come, sit you down, my sweet pretty dear
I cannot grind your corn I fear;
My stones is high and the water's low,
And I can't grind for the mill won't go.”

So she sat down on a sack,
And he talked of this, and he talked of that,
He talked of love, of her love proved kind
And she soon found that the mill would grind.

“Now you go home, my pretty dear,
For your corn's ground and my mill's clear;
And if it has been ground a thousand times o'er,
I'm sure you never had it ground so well before.”

Said this bonny lass, still blithe and gay,
“A bargain I will make this day;
I'll bring my corn here every year
To be ground at the same price as before,
With a fal the diddle i do, tal the diddle ay,
That means I'll never, never have to pay.”