Isaac Bickerstaff

Ay, do despise me, I'm the prouder for it;
I like to be despised.

Ay, do despise me, I'm the prouder for it;
I like to be despised.

There was a jolly miller once,
Lived on the River Dee;
He worked and sang, from morn read more

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, not I,
If no one cares for me."

Young fellows will be young fellows.

Young fellows will be young fellows.

Hope! thou nurse of young desire.

Hope! thou nurse of young desire.

By candle-light nobody would have taken you for above
five-and-twenty.

By candle-light nobody would have taken you for above
five-and-twenty.