Old Man at the Mill

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