Jerry Garcia recordings
 Not For Kids Only, Garcia/Grisman, 1993
Not for Kids Only: Deluxe Edition, Garcia/Grisman, 2020
Other recordings
Folk Songs from the Southern Appalachian Mountains, Tom Paley, 1953
Courtin's A Pleasure and Other Folk Songs From The Southern Appalachians, Jean Ritchie, Oscar Brand and Tom Paley, 1955
Appalachian Minstrel, Bascom Lamar Lunsford, 1956
Sam Hinton Sings the Song of Men, Sam Hinton, 1961
 Almanac Of New England Farm Songs, Margaret McArthur, 1961
The New Lost City Ramblers, Vol. 4, The New Lost City Ramblers, 1962
Horton Barker: Traditional Singer, Horton Barker , 1962
Dogwood Soup, Shep Ginandes, 196?
Silver Dagger, Sarah Gunning, 1976
Brass Monkey, Brass Monkey, 1971
Gypsy Gyppo String Band, Gypsy Gyppo String Band, 1977
O Love Is Teasin' (Anglo-American Mountain Balladry), Various Artists (Tom Paley), 1985
Complete Brass Monkey, Brass Monkey, 1995
Land Of Yahoe, Various Artists (Ola Belle Reed), 1996
Times Ain't Like They Used to Be, Vol. 1, Various Artists (Carson Brothers), 1997
Going Up the Missouri: Songs & Dance Tunes from Old Fort Osage, Jim Krause, 1999
Friends of Old Time Music: The Folk Arrival, Various Artists (Horton Barker), 2006
Handful of Songs, Jerry Rasmussen, 2006
Art of Field Recording Sampler, Various Artists (C.B. Skelton), 2006
If You Ain't Got The Do-Re-Mi, Various Artists, 2007
My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean: British Songs in the USA, Various Artists (Carson Brothers & Sprinkle), 2015
Lyrics
The lyrics of the version performed by Garcia and Nelson in 1962 are as follows; There was a old miller and he lived all alone,
He had three sons all fully grown,
When the time came to make out his will,
All he had left was a little grist mill. Singing fol-dig-a-dol fol-dig-a doe He called to him his youngest son,
Said, Son, oh, son my race is run,
If I a miller of you make,
Tell to me what toll you'd take. Singing fol-dig-a-dol fol-dig-a doe Father, oh, father my name is Bill,
Out of each bushel I'd take a gill,
Not enough, not enough, the old man said,
On such a little you'd never get ahead. Singing fol-dig-a-dol fol-dig-a doe He called to him his second son,
Said, Son, oh, son my race is run,
If I a miller of you make,
Tell to me what toll you'd take. Singing fol-dig-a-dol fol-dig-a doe Father, oh, father my name is Ralph,
Out of each bushel I'd take a half,
Not enough, not enough, the old man said,
On such a little you'd never get ahead. Singing fol-dig-a-dol fol-dig-a doe He called to him his eldest son,
Said, Son, oh, son my race is run,
If I a miller of you make,
Tell to me what toll you'd take. Singing fol-dig-a-dol fol-dig-a doe Father, oh, father my name is Paul,
Out of each bushel I'd take it all,
Hallelujah, the old man cried,
And then he turned up his toes and died. Singing fol-dig-a-dol fol-dig-a doe They buried him away in a little box grave,
Some do not think his soul was saved,
Where he went I could not say,
But I rather believe he went the other way. Singing fol-dig-a-dol fol-dig-a doe
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