Chanson de Joe Hill (1913).
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	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 Black 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 Black 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.

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