The Miller’s Son Songtext
von Liz Callaway

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 giggle on 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 businessman
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 butter 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