Windmills

	  		
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