"The Birmingham Mill" - An Old Folk Song

Hi Everyone

So this week I got invited to play my first ever live open mic sesson on Friday July 1st.

The catch to this is that I only have 2 songs to sing in the set.

I have never played live before , I will be comepletly unknown to this audience.

I want to be impressive from the very first song so I have been practicing this old folk
song called "The Birmingham Mill".

This song has a fast toe-tapping melody that I think will get the audiences attention right away.

I have been working on tighting up the picking and added in some hammer ons and pulls of to show a bit of flare in my guitar playing.

The lyrics and the story that the song tells is kind of bitter sweet.

As the song starts out everything is happy positive and upbeat but the tale takes a tragic twist and ends on a rather melencholy note which I have tried to brighten up with the melody.

I figured I would post what I have here and see what kind of feed back comes from the community.

Its a song I play smoothly and comfortably and I do really enjoy singing it.For these reasons I think its a good song for my first ever live set , what do you guys think?

"The Birmingham Mill"

One fair girl with the fine yellow hair
Wild flower of the west country
She left one night for a stormy ride
On a winding road to the east

One fair girl at the Birmingham Mill
For a dollar and a half times three
See the spinning wheels turn, she is young but she'll learn
Those slender white hands how to weave

Count twelve smoke stacks in a row row row
And a girl of five times three
See the mill boss patrol, hear the factory bells toll
And the girls look as sad as can be
As they cry for the west country

One little spark set a light to a flame
And the fire climbed through to the east
And the roof it crashed and the girls all dashed
And they all cried "oh god please"
As they crawled on thier hands and her knees

At the Birmingham Mill where the wild flowers grow
Round the grave of the girl so fair
See the lilly bells bloom round her cold marble tomb
And they come in the spring every year

One fair girl with fine yellow hair
Wild flower of the west country
May she rest well amoungst the wild lilly bells
In that old marble tomb in the east.

At the Birmingham Mill where the wild flowers grow
Round the grave of the girl so fair
See the lilly bells bloom round her cold marble tomb
And they come in the spring every year.