These are the words to a poem which Lancashire Folk put a tune to. About the lad who ties broken threads together and does odd jobs in the Weaving Mill.

THE LITTLE PIERCER

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

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,
Thee'll find a bun on cellar head,
Daylight's breaking overt' 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 have a vague memory of there being a thread about this song, some years back.