I have fond memories of that hamlet where cotton was skillfully spun
Where our parents were at work before the rise of the morning sun
It was a special town with personality and a bit of a switch
You could be dirt poor but you were made to feel proud and rich 

It was a time for fun and excitement in those happy days of yore
To have a soda with friends on a stool at Pecks Drugstore
Or to watch television with only one fuzzy channel to chose
If it got too snowy that WABI Bangor channel you might lose

It was the warmth of George and Harry with their yarns to be spun
It was the clang of the post office clock when the day was done
I walked among special people who humbly stood proud and tall
Those decent and down to earth citizens with a work ethic above all

It was a common pride in community where family had high esteem
Where young and old stood proudly together in pursuit of a dream
I will remember those years fondly and I believe that I forever will
Milltown, a special hamlet with a warm heart and its busy cotton mill

I have fond memories of my school days without worries or cares
It could have been tragic when Mr. Peterson fell down stairs
Teachers the Sennas, Edith Sharp and Peter Logan were but a few
Were dedicated to classroom learning and our spirits to renew

There were sports, cadets and drama with more options to choose
There were special friendships to be made and girl friends to lose
It was fleeting time spent with classmates and a spirit to uphold
When we stood in unison as proud wearers of the Garnett and Gold

When spring is soon upon us and our minds do playfully roam
And we dream of the good old days and think of going home
We remember those games of baseball with battles lost and won
And those hometown legends with rich legacies creatively spun

It was those bitter rivalries that are remembered with renown
When the boys from our hamlet played the boys from chocolate town
It pitted brother against brother with friends becoming foes
With a hard slide into second base or a pitch to close to the nose

This summer we will reunite when classmates and friends will meet
My mind will be rich in past memories when I pass Boundary Street
A journey back in time to those nostalgic moments with warmth and a chill
Sharing fond memories at the monument, a tribute to a town and its cotton mill