THE MILL.

Whirr-r, whirr-r, the mill sails
All the summer’s day ;

Whirr-r, whirr-r, the mill sails,
And this is what they say.

Grinding, grinding, food for all,
Rich and poor, great and small ;
Grinding still in sun or shower,

Grinding corn to nice white flour.

Whirr-r, whirr-r, the mill sails
All the summer long ;
Whirr-r, whirr-r, the mill sails,

Listen to their song.