The Mill Owner I was a rotten person, evil to the core I owned a mill upon a hill and worked children to the bone The mill was very filthy, dirty and full of rats And when the kids didn't keep the pace, I hit them with a bat I gave them little wages and very short breaks too And when we were having bad days they couldn't go the loo And so this is how it was every night and every day The cotton was to be made no matter come what may Then one day I hit my head, and was different when I awoke I giggled and laughed, played with the children and was even different when I spoke Something changed inside me, I'm now a jolly little man I've sold the mill and teach the kids to be like Peter Pan I now look after children who may of been hurt I pick them up and clean their face of the pain and mud and dirt My mill is now a orphanage, for kids across the land If your hurt or alone, come in well make you feel grand So this has been my story, I'm trying to right my sins And give those kids a better chance, instead of living in bins