Old Man At the Mill

Same old man working 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 the owl, his head all while

Lonesome day and a lonesome night

Thought I heard a pretty girl say

Work all night and sleep next day

Same old man working 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

Oh my, said the raven as she flew

If I was a young man I'd have two

One for to fetch and the other for to sew

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

Same old man working 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

My old man's in Kalamazoo

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

First to the left and then to the right

This old mill grinds day and night

Same old man working 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