[1] Same old man livin' at the [^b7] mill
The [1] mill turns around of its own free will
Hand in the hopper and the other in the sack
Ladies step forward and the [^b7] gents fall [1] back

Well 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 sleep next day

Well then said the raven as she flew
If I was a young one I'd have two
One for to kid and the other to sew
I'd have a string by my bow bow bow

Well my old man's in 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