The Miller's Son

I shall marry the miller's son

Pin my hat on a nice piece of property

Friday nights, for a bit of fun

We'll go dancing

Meanwhile

It's a wink and a wiggle

And a diggle in the grass

And I'll trip the light fandango

A pinch and a diddle

In the middle of what passes by

It's a very short road

From the pinch and the punch

To the paunch and the pouch and the pension

It's a very short road

To the ten thousandth lunch

And the belch and the grouch and the sigh

In the meanwhile

There are mouths to be kissed

Before mouths to be fed

And a lot in between

In the meanwhile

And a girl ought to celebrate what passes by.

Or I shall marry the business man

Five fat babies and lots of security

Friday nights, if we think we can

We'll go dancing

Meanwhile

It's a push and a fumble

And a tumble in the sheets

And I'll foot the highland fancy

A dip in the better

And a flutter with what meets my eye

It's a very short fetch

From the push and the whoop

To the squint and the stoop and the mumble

It's not much of a stretch

To the cribs and the croup

And the bosoms that droop and go dry

In the meanwhile

There are mouths to be kissed

Before mouths to be fed

And there's many a tryst

And there's many a bed

To be sampled and seen

In the meanwhile

And a girl has to celebrate what passes by.

Or I shall marry the Prince of Wales

Pearls and servants and dressing for festivals

Friday nights with him all in tails

We'll have dancing

Meanwhile

It's a rip in the bustle

And a rustle in the hay

And I'll pitch the quick fantastic

With flings of confetti

And my petticoats away up high

It's a very short way

From the fling that's for fun

To the thigh pressing under the table

It's a very short day

'Til you're stuck with just one

Or it has to be done on the sly

In the meanwhile

There are mouths to be kissed

Before mouths to be fed

And there's many a tryst

And there's many a bed

There's a lot I'll have missed

But I'll not have been dead when I die!

And a person should celebrate everything

Passing By

And I shall marry the miller's son...