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.
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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