I heard this song on a radio folk programme around 1970.The singer said it was sent to him by the lady who wrote it with a request to put it to music, which he did, to great effect. Can anyone name the writer or the singer, who played some kind of squeezebox, spoke Mancunian, or similar, and had great charisma as he got good laughs for simple comments.

First verse:

Waken up me little girl, it's nearly six o'clock.
Sup your tea, I overslept, and I never heard Dan's knock.
Nay owd lass, you mustn'e weep, it's none so bad you'll see.
First day at mill is always strange, but our Jim'll take care of thee.

I can supply the whole song and plan to use at a Poems & Pints evening at de Burgo's, St. Augustine Street, Galway, on Wednesday, 19th February. We start at 8.30p.m. Admission free. We do it for love.