He threw the sack on the mare, With his wife who helped him, And carried everything into his house. As soon as he had hidden it in the house, He returned to the mill. And the clerks have wandered so long That they returned to the mill. But when they go to fetch their grain, They find neither sack nor mare. But you can look in this wood That is next to this mill.
Possessions come and go like straw.
We don't know where else to go at this hour. Then the miller began to think That he would be worse than a dog If he did not do something for them With their own goods, since he could easily do it. Each night, where she slept, And he locked it from the outside And through a little opening he gave her The key, and then went to bed himself. He gave plenty of it to the two clerks. One ate with the daughter, The other with the miller and his wife.