By Abe V Rotor
You are the Miller of River Dee
Whom a king did once envy;
Your kiln, like the old waterwheel,
Grinds silently, slowly at will.
Mark Twain I think would indeed agree
With your life under the tree,
Where the stout hearted learns your skill
Like a captain by the keel.
From a pauper the king vows reform,
Knowing you and the coming storm;
Bless you, simple man and your craft,
This land shall never want.
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