(This poem is written by the Scottish journalist, poet and song-writer Charles Mackay. He was born in 1814. He is famous chiefly for his songs, some of which were very popular even in his lifetime. He died in 1889.)

There dwelt a miller hale and bold,
Beside the river Dee;
He worked and sang from morn to night,
No lark more blithe than he,
And this the burden of his song
For ever used to be,
"I envy nobody, no, not I,
And nobody envies me!"

"Thou'rt wrong my friend!" said old King Hal,
"Thou'rt wrong as wrong can be;
For, could my heart be light as thine,
I'd gladly change with thee,
And tell me now, what makes thee sing
With voice so loud and free,
While I am sad, though I am the king,
Beside the river Dee?"

The miller smiled and doffed his cap;
"I earn my bread," quoth he,
"I love my wife, I love my friend,
I love my children three;
I owe no penny I cannot pay;
I thank the river Dee,
That turns the mill that grinds the corn
To feed my bales and me".

"Good friend!" said Hal, and sighed the while,
"Farewell, and happy be;
But say no more, if thou'dst say true,
That no man envies thee.
Thy mealy cap is worth my crown,
Thy mill my kingdom's fee;
Such men as thou are England's boast.
O'miller of the Dee".

-- Charles Mackay

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