Having conquered my computer bug at last (knock on wood!!!), here you are:

Chorus:
And the wailin' o' the bummer and the clackin' o' the looms
Brocht the women o' Dundee oot o' their bed
And they walked tae mills and factories and they wrought fae seven tae four
And the women kept the bairns o' Dundee fed

The men they were nae lazy but the wark was hard tae find
The parish and the means test they'd tae face
But the lassies' hands were nimble and the lassies' wages small
So the women o' Dundee warked in their place

My mither and my granny and my aunties ain and a'
Went tae the looms the day they left the school
They didnae wark for freedom, independence or the rest
They just warked tae get some kitchen tae their kail

The rhythm o' their livin' was the clackin' o' the looms
Their youth and health and strength was lost tae jute
But the weavers and the spinners and the winders o' Dundee
Had a spirit that the hard times never beat

You may boast your noble lineage and sing of your highland clan
And hail some gallant chief who shares your name
But my line's as good as any and I'm very proud tae say
It was fae a Dundee weaver that I came

(Written by Sheena Wellington)

[1990:] My home town of Dundee was for many years dependent on the jute trade. Women were the mainstay of the labour force, partly through aptitude and partly because they could be paid less than men. The working conditions were hard, noisy and dirty - the fine jute stoor got in hair, eyes, clothes and lungs - but the women survived by strength, spirit and solidarity. In 1906, dissatisfied with the male-dominated textile Workers Union, they formed their own Jute and Flax Workers Union, half of whose Executive Committee had to be women. They also managed to raise fine families, often in appalling slum conditions. This song is for these women of Dundee, particularly of my own family, with respect and love. (Notes Sheena Wellington, 'Clearsong')

Still no tunes from me ... but there's hope. Just give me a few more weeks. - Susanne