There is a mill upon the Stour,
Grinding corn with water power,
And every day, every hour,
It fills another sack with flour,
That puts the bread upon the table,
For you and me, and Aunty Mabel,
And feed for the horse tucked in its stable,
Packed with a ‘Made in Dorset’ label.
There’s an old mill…
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