There was a jolly miller once, Lived on the River Dee; He worked and sang, from morn to night; No lark so blithe as he. And this the burden of his song, Forever used to be, "I care for nobody,… — Isaac Bickerstaffe Copy Share Image
The greatness that would make us grave, Is but an empty thing. What more than mirth would mortals have? The cheerful man's a king. — Isaac Bickerstaffe Copy Share Image
But if I'm content with a little, Enough is as good as a feast. — Isaac Bickerstaffe Copy Share Image
There was a jolly miller once, Lived on the River Dee; He worked and sang, from morn to night; No lark so blithe as… — Isaac Bickerstaffe Copy Share Image
How happy is the sailor's life, from coast to coast to roam; in every port he finds a wife, in every land a home. — Isaac Bickerstaffe Copy Share Image
