Does anybody know the author of this poem?
I found a handwritten copy of this poem in a shoebox belonging to a 91 year old cousin:
On the banks of Allan Water
When brown autumn spread its store;
There I saw the Miller's daughter
But she smiled no more.
For the summer grief has brought her,
And the soldier false was he;
On the banks of Allan Water,
None as sad as she.
Rani Kaye   |
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