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Down in the Old Dark Mills

Joe Hill
Language: English



How well I do remember
That mill along the way,
Where she and I were working
For fifty cents a day.
She was my little sweetheart;
I met her in the mill
It's a long time since I saw her.
But I love her still. ‎

Down in the Old Black Mill,
That's where first we met.
Oh! that loving thrill
I shall ne'er forget;
And those dreamy eyes,
Blue like summer skies.
She was fifteen
My pretty queen
In the Old Black Mill.‎

We had agreed to marry
When she'd be sweet sixteen.
But then, one day I crushed it
My arm in the machine.
I lost my job forever
I am a tramp disgraced.
My sweetheart still is slaving
In the same old place.‎

Down in the Old Black Mill,
That's where first we met.
Oh! that loving thrill
I shall ne'er forget;
And those dreamy eyes,
Blue like summer skies.
She was fifteen
My pretty queen
In the Old Black Mill.‎


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