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
