Waiting For Will at the Mill

                                             (Tune: Popular Air)

                            

                       I.

She stood in the lane when the sunset came,

      Just down behind the old mill;

Her eyes were agleam as a maid in a dream,

      While she thought of her absent Will.

She had let down the bars for the uneasy cows,

      Who were looming to go to their home;

‘Why doesn’t he come and not leave me here dumb,

      Why doesn’t he come to his home?”

                       II.

And she stood and she stood in the twilight glow,

      While the cows they wended their way;

But the maid wouldn’t move, her love she would prove,

      If it took till her dying day.

O, reader, don’t think this punk I write,

      It will make a big hit with the throng;

Just wait till it’s seen on the picture screen

      In the name of a popular song.

                    Refrain.

      Will he come, will he not,

     Willie’s always so slow;

      Will he leave me here, Willie,

     Will I stay, will I go?

      Will he find me in tears,

     Will he call me his silly?

      O, will he come back,

     To his Millie, Willie?

Aug. 9, ‘10