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THE JUTE MILL SONG (Mary Brooksbank) O, dear me, the mill is running fast And we poor shifters canna get nae rest Shifting bobbins coarse and fine They fairly make you work for your ten and nine O, dear me, I wish this day were done Running up and doon the Pass is nae fun Shiftin', piecin', spinning, warp, weft and twine To feed and clothe ma bairnie offa ten and nine O, dear me, the world is ill-divided Them that works the hardest are the least provided But I maun bide contented, dark days or fine There's no much pleasure living offa ten and nine (Original words: Oh, dear me, the mill's gaen fest, The puir wee shifters canna get a rest, Shiftin' bobbins, coorse and fine, They fairly mak' ye work for your ten and nine. Oh, dear me, I wish the day was done, Rinning up and doon the Pass is no nae (sic) fun; Shiftin', piecing, spinning, warp, weft and twine, Tae feed and cled my bairnie affen ten and nine. Oh, dear me, the warld's ill-divided, Them that work the hardest are aye wi' least provided. But I maun bide contented, dark days or fine, But there's no much pleasure living affen ten and nine. Recorded by MacColl- Steam Whistle Ballads, Redpath- Ballad Book, Golden Ring- Day 1 Copyright TRO Essex Music Ltd. @work @mill filename[ JUTEMIL TUNE FILE: JUTEMIL CLICK TO PLAY SOF |
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