Traditional - On the banks of Allan Water - текст песни (слова)

On the banks of Allan Water,
 When the sweet springtime did fall,
 Was the miller's lovely daughter,
 Fairest of them all.
 For his bride a soldier sought her,
 And a winning tongue had he:
 On the banks of Allan Water
 None so gay as she.
 
 On the banks of Allan Water
 When brown autumn spread its store
 There I saw the miller's daughter
 But she smiled no more
 For the summer, grief had brought her
 And a soldier false was he
 On the banks of Allan Water,
 None so sad as she.
 
 On the banks of Allan Water
 When the winter snow fell fast
 Still was seen the miller's daughter
 Chilling blew the blast
 But the miller's lovely daughter
 Both from cold and care were free
 On the banks of Allan Water
 A corpse lay she.