verse 1
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In days gone by when the world was much younger
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Men harnessed the wind to work for mankind
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Seamen built tall ships to sail on the ocean
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Landsmen built wheels the corn for to grind
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Around and around and around went the big sails
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Turning the shaft and the great wooden wheels
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Creaking and goaning the millstones kept turning
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Grinding to flour the good corn from the fields
verse 2
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In Flanders and Spain and the lowlands of Holland
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And the kingdoms of England and scotland and Wales
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Windmills grew up all along the wild coastline
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Ships of the land with their high canvas sails
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Around and around and around went the big sails
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Turning the shaft and the great wooden wheels
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Creaking and goaning the millstones kept turning
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Grinding to flour the good corn from the fields
verse 3
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In Lancashire lads work hard with the good earth
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Ploughing and sowing the seasons declare
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Waiting to reap of the rich, golden harvest
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While the miller is idle his mill to repair
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Around and around and around went the big sails
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Turning the shaft and the great wooden wheels
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Creaking and goaning the millstones kept turning
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Grinding to flour the good corn from the fields
verse 4
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Windmills of old wood all blackened by weather
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Windmills of stone glaring white in the sun
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Windmills like giants all ready for tilting
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Windmills that died in the gales and are gone
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Around and around and around went the big sails
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Turning the shaft and the great wooden wheels
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Creaking and goaning the millstones kept turning
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Grinding to flour the good corn from the fields