Belfast Mill

At the east end of town 
At the foot of the hill 
There's a chimney so tall 
It says Belfast Mill. 

But there's no smoke at all 
Coming out of the stack 
For the mill has shut down 
And is never coming back. 

And the only tune I hear 
Is the sound of the wind 
As she blows through the town 
Weave and spin, weave and spin. 

There's no children playing 
In the dark narrow streets 
And the loom has shut down 
It's so quiet I can't sleep. 

The mill has shut down 
'twas the only life I know 
Tell me where will I go 
Tell me where will I go. 

And the only tune I hear 
Is the sound of the wind 
As she blows through the town 
Weave and spin, weave and spin. 

I'm too old to work 
And I'm too young to die 
Tell me where will I go now 
My family and I.

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