DON'T BE CROSS
Bingham / Zeller

as rec by Richard Tauber


She was a miller's daughter fair;
Oft to the old mill window there
came a fisher lad to woo,
Vowing his heart was fond and true.

But the maid was cold and proud,
Mocked at him and all he vowed;
When he bid her, "Be my bride!",
Scornfully she replied;

"Don't be cross, it cannot be,
Don't be cross, be one with me!
I can never share your lot,
But dear, but dear forget me not!".

She's a miller's daughter still,
Wooers have somehow passed the mill!
Not so youthful as of yore,
She is cold and proud no more!

When she sees her old love pass,
>From her window smiles the lass,
But to her glances and her sighs,
Merrily he replies;

"Don't be cross, it cannot be,
Don't be cross, be one with me!
I can never share your lot,
But dear, but still forget me not!".

"Don't be cross, it cannot be,
Don't be cross, it cannot be,
But dear, but dear forget me not!".






(Contributed by Peter Akers - January 2011)