Old Man at the Mill

Same old man sitting at the mill

The mill turns around of its own free will

Hand in the hopper and the other in the sack

Ladies step forward and the gents fall back

Down sat an owl and he said all quiet

Lonesome day and a lonesome night

Thought I heard a pretty girl say

Court all night and you sleep next day

Well then, said the raven as she flew

If I was a young one I'd get two

One for to fetch and the other to sew

I'd have a string for my bow, bow, bow

My old man's in Kalamazoo

He don't give no "yes, I do"

First to the left and then to the right

This old mill grinds day and night