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Joe Hill

"Down in the Old Dark Mill" (karaoke)

"Down in the Old Dark Mill" (sheet music)

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 Dark 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 Dark 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 Dark 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 Dark Mill.

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