I've got a version by the Ian Campbell Group. These are their words:
The Sheffield grinder's a terrible blade
Tally hi-o, the grinder
He sets his little 'uns down to trade
Tally hi-o, the grinder
He turns his baby to grind in the hull
Till his body is stunted and his eyes are dull
And the brains are dizzy and dazed in the skull
Tally hi-o, the grinder

He shortens his life and he hastens his death
Tally hi-o, the grinder
Will drink steel dust in every breath
Tally hi-o, the grinder
Won't use a fan as he turns his wheel
Won't wash his hands ere he eats his meal
But dies as he lives - as hard as steel
Tally hi-o, the grinder

These Sheffield grinders of whom we speak
Tally hi-o, the grinder
Are men who earn a pound a week
Tally hi-o, the grinder
But of Sheffield grinders another sort
Methinks ought to be called in court
And that is the grinding Government Board
Tally hi-o, the grinder

At whose door lies the blacker blame
Tally hi-o, the grinder
Where rests the heavier weight of shame
Tally hi-o, the grinder
On the famine-price contractor's head
Or the workman's, under-taught and -fed
Who grinds his own bones and his child's for bread
Tally hi-o, the grinder