Well, here's the song, sung by Dave Brooks, apparently his tune to a poem by G.A. North. This is the best I can do - it's a long time since I lived in Manchester (and that was Victoria Park & Didsbury).


Buzzer's blowing, Willie lad,
Lights are blazing down below,
Come on, best get ready, lad,
It's almost time to go.

Now see thee (?) Old Wilson's shut his gate,
Henry Cartright's crossing t' fold,
Come on lad, best not be late
Though t' morning's black and cold.

Kettle's boiled and your cocoa's brewed,
You'll find a bun on cellar head,
Daylight's breaking now at th' hill (?)
Come on lad, it's time for t' mill.

Buzzer's blowing, Willie lad,
Lights are blazing down below,
Come on, best get ready, lad,
It's almost time to go.


I could probably post an abc of the tune if you need one, not for a couple of hours though.