Trevor, thanks for posting this beaut song. I'll post it with line breaks for you:

JINNY BOBBIN
(Mike Harding)

I was born on a Friday in a cotton shed
A pile of rags was my birth bed
Work was short and she'd little pay
She was back at her loom the very next day
So she called me Jinny Bobbin

When I was five I went to school
Earn your keep was the golden rule
The shadow of the mill was laid
Across the schoolyard where we played
And they called me Jinny Bobbin

When I was twelve I went in t'mill
Bins of bobbins I'd to fill
I was small but I did it with a will
And they called me Jinny Bobbin

At eighteen I'd four looms to keep
I paid me way from week to week
I met me lad as I danced one May
And he danced and danced me heart away
And he called me Jinny Bobbin

We were walking out for nearly a year
Times were good and I'd nowt to fear
Then I found meself in the family way
And I wed me lad one bright summer's day
And he smiled on Jinny Bobbin

The bairns came with the passing years
Then the war changed our smiles to tears
The lads came marching back from France
But my lad lay where he'll no more dance
Far away from Jinny Bobbin

Now I work in't mill and me lasses too
They've bairns of their own so they have to do
And I think back of the work I've done
And I wonder where the years have gone
From the life of Jinny Bobbin

I remember the days when times were hard
And dust lay thick on the old mill yard
And I think of the faces that I've seen
That have passed away like a morning dream
Through the life of Jinny Bobbin

Now I think of the friends that I have known
Who've lived out life just like me own
And that's me story, I know it's not much
But I can tell you of many a thousand such
With lives like Jinny Bobbin
That's the life of Jinny Bobbin

--Stewie.