The Banks Of Allen Water

On the banks of the Allen 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 the Allen Water
So misled was she.
On the banks of the Allen Water
When the autumn spread its store
There I saw the miller's daughter
But she smiled no more
For the summer, grief had brought her
And the soldier, false was he
On the banks of the Allen Water
Left alone was she.

On the banks of the Allen 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 was free
On the banks of Allen Water
In a grave lay she.