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And where have you been my Mary	A
And where have you been from me	A
I've been to the top of the Caldon Low	B
The midsummer night to see	A
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And what did you see my Mary	A
All up on the Caldon Low	B
I saw the glad sunshine come down	C
And I saw the merry winds blow	B
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And what did you hear my Mary	A
All up on the Caldon Hill	D
I heard the drops of the water made	E
And the ears of the green corn fill	D
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Oh tell me all my Mary	A
All all that ever you know	B
For you must have seen the fairies	F
Last night on the Caldon Low	B
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Then take me on your knee mother	G
And listen mother of mine	H
A hundred fairies danced last night	I
And the harpers they were nine	H
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And their harp strings rung so merrily	A
To their dancing feet so small	J
But oh the words of their talking	K
Were merrier far than all	J
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And what were the words my Mary	A
That then you heard them say	L
I'll tell you all my mother	G
But let me have my way	L
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Some of them play'd with the water	G
And roll'd it down the hill	D
'And this ' they said 'shall speedily turn	M
The poor old miller's mill	D
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'For there has been no water	G
Ever since the first of May	L
And a busy man will the miller be	A
At dawning of the day	L
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'Oh the miller how he will laugh	N
When he sees the mill dam rise	O
The jolly old miller how he will laugh	N
Till the tears fill both his eyes '	-
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And some they seized the little winds	P
That sounded over the hill	D
And each put a horn unto his mouth	Q
And blew both loud and shrill	D
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'And there ' they said 'the merry winds go	B
Away from every horn	R
And they shall clear the mildew dank	S
From the blind old widow's corn	R
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'Oh the poor blind widow	B
Though she has been blind so long	T
She'll be blithe enough when the mildew's gone	U
And the corn stands tall and strong '	-
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And some they brought the brown lint seed	V
And flung it down from the Low	B
'And this ' they said 'by the sunrise	O
In the weaver's croft shall grow	B
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'Oh the poor lame weaver	G
How he will laugh outright	I
When he sees his dwindling flax field	W
All full of flowers by night '	-
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And then outspoke a brownie	A
With a long beard on his chin	X
'I have spun up all the tow ' said he	A
'And I want some more to spin	X
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'I've spun a piece of hempen cloth	Y
And I want to spin another	G
A little sheet for Mary's bed	Z
And an apron for her mother '	-
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With that I could not help but laugh	N
And I laugh'd out loud and free	A
And then on the top of the Caldon Low	B
There was no one left but me	A
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And all on the top of the Caldon Low	B
The mists were cold and gray	L
And nothing I saw but the mossy stones	A2
That round about me lay	L
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But coming down from the hill top	B2
I heard afar below	B
How busy the jolly miller was	C2
And how the wheel did go	B
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And I peep'd into the widow's field	W
And sure enough were seen	D2
The yellow ears of the mildew'd corn	R
All standing stout and green	D2
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And down by the weaver's croft I stole	E2
To see if the flax were sprung	F2
And I met the weaver at his gate	G2
With the good news on his tongue	F2
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Now this is all I heard mother	G
And all that I did see	A
So pr'ythee make my bed mother	G
For I'm tired as I can be	A

Mary Howitt

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