Down in the Old Dark Mill

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.

 

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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.