Chorus Same old man livin’ at the mill The mill turns around of its own free will One hand in the hopper and the other in the sack Ladies step forward and the gents fall back 
Down sat the owl with his head all white Lonesome day and a lonesome night Thought I heard some pretty girl say Court all night and sleep all day 
Then said the raven as she flew If I was a young man I’d have two If one got saucy and wanted to go I’d have a new string for my bow 
My old man’s from 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 
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