It is the miller's daughter, br And she is grown so dear, so dear, br That I would be the jewel br That trembles in her ear: br For hid in ringlets day and night, br I'd touch her neck so warm and white. br br And I would be the girdle br About her dainty dainty waist, br And her heart would beat against me, br In sorrow and in rest: br And I should know if it beat right, br I'd clasp it round so close and tight. br br And I would be the necklace, br And all day long to fall and rise br Upon her balmy bosom, br With her laughter or her sighs: br And I would lie so light, so light, br I scarce should be unclasp'd at night.