Old man Sargeant sitting at his desk, damn old fool wont give us no rest
He'take the Nicles off a dead man's eyes
to buy coca cola and Eskimo pies

I got the blues,I got he blues,I got the Winsborough cotton mill blues.
Lordy, lordy, spooling hard, you know and I know you don't have to tell.
You work for doctor Watson your gonna work like hell.
I got the Winsborough cottonmill blues.

When I die don't you bury me at all, just hang me up on the factory wall
Place a bobbin in my hand and I'll go on a spooling in the promised land.

Chorus.

In the folk revival of the late 1950's this was a song doing the rounds. If you can find an old recording of The Countrymen it may be on there.
Evan Johnson