Lyrics:

Miles Weatherhill was a brisk young weaver
And at Toddmerton he did dwell
He fell in love with a handsome maiden:
The parson's servant Sarah Bell

It was at Toddmerton when these true lovers
At the parson's house their love did tell;
And none in the world will be more constant
Than Miles Weatherhill and Sarah Bell

But they were parted broken hearted
Separated were those lovers far
Those constant lovers adored each other
And love will penetrate through iron bars

They would have married, tales were carried
Caused displeasure as you shall hear
Miles was refused to meet his lover
She left Toddmerton, Lancashire

She left her true love broken hearted
And to her mother at York did go
And o'er the distance they were parted
Caused sorrow, grief, and pain and woe

All through this sadness, Miles, and madness
He made a deep and a solemn vow:
Separated from his own true lover
He'd be revenged on Parson Plough

Four loaded pistols, a fit of frenzy
Miles to the vicarage went forthwith
And with a weapon wounded the master
And he shot the maiden named Jane Smith

To the lady's chamber, rage and anger
Bent on destruction, intent to kill
He took a poker and he beat her
Till crimson blood on the floor did spill

If Miles and Sarah had not been parted
Those in the grave would be living now;
And Miles would not have died on the gallows
For slaying the servant of Parson Plough

At the early age of three and twenty
In the shade below where the worms do dwell
Come all young people and consider
Miles Weatherhill and Sarah Bell