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Subject: RE: Origins/ADD: A Piecer's Tale From: GUEST,henryp Date: 23 Jun 22 - 06:53 PM Notes by A. L. Lloyd and The Oldham Tinkers; Whilst A. L. Lloyd contributed to the notes on the album, he may not have contributed to the notes on every song. Perhaps he contributed to the notes on some of the traditional songs, for example, The Four Loom Weaver; "The song, originally called The Poor Cotton Wayver, was published on a broadsheet during the depression years that followed the close of the Napoleonic Wars. It’s one of the striking documents of the Industrial Revolution. In a shortened and re-made form, it was popularised by Ewan MacColl some fifty years ago, in the earliest days of the folk song revival, and that is the form in which it is sung here." Incidentally, I was at university in Manchester at the same time as Gerry Kearns. And my friend took exactly the same course and modules as Gerry and they attended the same lectures for three years. |
Subject: ADD: Pieceners' letter to Mr. Wilson Patton, M.P. From: Joe Offer Date: 23 Jun 22 - 03:18 PM There's a much more legible copy of Holyoake's History of Cooperation here (click)
On the following page, it contains this pieceners' letter to Mr. Wilson Patton, M.P.:
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Subject: RE: Origins/ADD: A Piecer's Tale From: Joe Offer Date: 23 Jun 22 - 03:03 PM When Mr. Joseph Pease,one of the firm of Pease & Co., worsted manufacturers at Darlington, one of the Society of Friends, and a strenuous member of the Anti-Slavery Society, was a candidate for the southern division of the county of Durham, he issued an address to the electors, in which he said, “In all measures for the amelioration of our kind in striking off the chains of slavery and mental darkness, in restraining the oppressor, and in turning the attention of a Christian Legislature to Christian principles I would be ardent and exertive.” Whereupon a little piecer in his factory was sent to him, with this little infantile speech in his hand: Good master, let a little child, a piecer in your factory From early dawn to dewy eve - relate her simple history. Before I came to work for you, my heart was full of mirth and glee; I play'd, and laugh’d, and ran about, no kitten was so blythe as me. But just when I was eight years old, poor mother, press'd with want and woe, Took me one morning by the hand, and said, “ To factory thou must go.” They thrust me in and shut the door, 'midst rattling wheels and noisy din, And in the frame gait made me stand, to learn the art of piecen-ing. I often hurt my little hands, and made my tender fingers bleed, When piecing threads and stopping flys, and thought 'twas very hard indeed . The overlooker pass'd me oft, and when he cried— "An end down there" My little heart did tremble so, I almost tumbled down with fear. When at the weary evening's close, I could not keep myself awake, He sometimes strapp'd me till I cry'd as if my little heart would break. Oh, master! did you know the half that we endure, to gain you gold Your heart might tremble for the day, when that sad tale must all be told. Ah, then I thought of days gone by, when far from spindles, din, and heat, I deck'd my little giddy brow with buttercups and violets sweet. From year to year I sigh in vain, for time to play, and time to read. We come so soon, and leave so late, that nought we know but mill and bed. They tell us you grow very rich, by little piec'ners such as me, And that you're going to Parliament, to guard our laws and liberty, They say you pity Negro Slaves, and vow, oppressors to restrain To break the chains of ignorance, and Christian Principles maintain. Oh! when you're there remember us, whilst at your frames we labour still, And give your best support and aid, to Mr. Saddler's Ten Hours Bill. The poor, we know, must work for bread, but master, are not we too young? Yet if such little ones must work, pray do not work us quite so long! Your "Christian Principles" now prove, and hearken to the piec'ners prayer, Soon Christ in Judgment shall appear, remember, you must meet us there.* (*italics are from the author's source, and are not his own) Interesting piece, but I suspect it was written by an adult advocate, and not actually by a child working in a factory. There's a clear hint of propaganda in the piece. Source: I found the passage in The History of Cooperation in England: Its Literature and Its Advocates, by George Jacob Holyoake (London: Trübner & Co., 1879) - Volume 2, page 250. |
Subject: ADD Version: A Piecer's Tale (from Oldham Tinkers) From: Joe Offer Date: 23 Jun 22 - 02:27 PM Here are the lyrics from the Oldham Tinkers Website. A PIECER'S TALE Good master; let a little child, A piecer in your factory From early morn to dewy eve Relate a simple history. Before I came to work for you My heart was full of mirth and glee. I played and laughed and ran about. No kitten was so blithe as me. When at the age of six years old, Poor mother pressed with want and woe Took me one morning by the hand And said “t’th’ factory you must go.” They thrust me in and shut the door Midst rattling wheels and noisy din. And in the frame gate made me stand, To learn the trade of piecening. I often hurt my little hands And made my tender fingers bleed When pieceing threads and stopping flies And I thought t’was hard indeed. The overlooker passed me oft’ And when he cried “An end down there!” My little heart did tremble so I almost fell with fear. When at the weary evening’s close I could not keep myself awake. He sometimes strapped me till I cried As if my little heart would break. Oh master did you know the half That we endure to gain you gold. Your heart might tremble for the day When that sad tale must be told? They say that you grow very rich By little piecer’s such as me, And that you’re going to parliament To guard our laws and liberties. Oh when you’re there, remember us While at your frames we labour still. And give your best support and aid To Sadler’s Ten Hours Bill. TRAD/Kearns © Oldham Tinkers. The piecer’s task was to re-tie the cotton thread if it snapped as it travelled from bobbins to paper cop, in the refining process. In the nineteenth century, the piecer’s were often children. Especially in the smaller, more secluded mills on either side of the Pennines, the child-labourers were victims of long hours and harsh treatment. Says E P Thompson, noted historian of the working class: ‘The exploitation of little children, on this scale and with this intensity, was one of the most shameful events in our history.’ The little song here (words from a broadside, tune by Gerry Kearns) puts the case poignantly. A Piecer’s Tale Sung by Gerry Kearns (guitar) TRAD/Kearns © Oldham Tinkers. First recorded and published by Topic Records 1974. Album: BEST O’T’ BUNCH 12TS237 STEREO Recorded at Livingstone Studios Produced by Tony Engle, Notes by A. L. Lloyd and The Oldham Tinkers https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ZydbjAPi5c I wonder how A.L. Lloyd was involved in the information in the notes. Did he mention this piece in one of his books? |
Subject: RE: a piecers tale From: GUEST,henryp Date: 23 Jun 22 - 04:59 AM Spinners and weavers longed for the ten hour day! I work for twelve hours of the day Then set off home again And when the Factory Act is passed I'll only work for ten From Wikipedia; The Factories Act 1847, also known as the Ten Hours Act was a United Kingdom Act of Parliament which restricted the working hours of women and young persons (13-18) in textile mills to 10 hours per day. The practicalities of running a textile mill were such that the Act should have effectively set the same limit on the working hours of adult male mill-workers, but defective drafting meant that a subsequent Factory Act in 1850 imposing tighter restrictions on the hours within which women and young persons could work was needed to bring this about. With this slight qualification, the Act of 1847 was the culmination of a campaign lasting almost fifteen years to bring in a 'Ten Hours Bill'; a great Radical cause of the period. Difficulties immediately arouse over the enforcement of the act, as millowners used legal loopholes to evade its provisions and the courts proved reluctant to intervene so that Lord Ashley, for example, concluded in 1850: "The Ten Hours’ Act nullified. The work to be done all over again". Supplementary acts in 1850 and 1853 did, however, see a ten-hour limit established in the textile industry, and without the negative economic effects its opponents had feared to come to pass. Thereafter the use of child labour certainly declined in Victorian Britain, though historians divide on whether this was the result of the law in action, as the Factory Prosecutions Returns would seem to suggest, or merely a by-product of technological change. |
Subject: RE: a piecers tale From: Brock Date: 23 Jun 22 - 04:22 AM Thank you Mark! Just learning this from your Well Worn Path CD. Excellent stuff! |
Subject: RE: a piecers tale From: Mark Dowding Date: 21 Aug 11 - 09:30 AM The version the Tinkers sing is slightly abridged to the words given above. I've put it in verse form to make it easier to follow. Michael Saddler was an MP who fought for shorter hours. Unfortunately he lost his seat in the 1832 elections but eventually working hours for women and children were reduced to 10 hours a day. A PIECER'S TALE Good master, let a little child, a piecer in your factory From early dawn to dewy eve—relate her simple history. Before I came to work for you, my heart was full of mirth and glee; I play'd and laugh'd, and ran about, no kitten was so blythe as me. But just when I was eight years old, poor mother, press'd with want and woe, Took me one morning by the hand, and said, 'To factory thou must go.' They thrust me in and shut the door, 'midst rattling wheels and noisy din, And in the frame gait made me stand, to learn the art of piecen-ing. I often hurt my little hands, and made my tender fingers bleed, When piecing threads and stopping flys, and thought 'twas very hard indeed. The overlooker pass'd me oft, and when he cried, 'An end down there,' My little heart did tremble so, I almost tumbled down with fear. When at the weary evening's close I could not keep myself awake, He sometimes strapp'd me till I cry'd as if my little heart would break. Oh, master! did you know the half that we endure, to gain you gold Your heart might tremble for the day when that this sad tale must be told. They tell us you grow very rich, by little piec'ners such as me, And that you're going to Parliament, to guard our laws and liberty, Oh! when you're there remember us, whilst at your frames we labour still, And give your best support and aid to Saddler's Ten Hours Bill. |
Subject: RE: a peicers tale From: giles earle Date: 20 Aug 11 - 02:43 PM Is this it? Good master, let a little child, a piecer in your factory From early dawn to dewy eve—relate her simple history. Before I came to work for you, my heart was full of mirth and glee; I play'd and laugh'd, and ran about, no kitten was so blythe as me. But just when I was eight years old, poor mother, press'd with want and woe, Took me one morning by the hand, and said, 'To factory thou must go.' They thrust me in and shut the door, 'midst rattling wheels and noisy din, And in the frame gait made me stand, to learn the art of piecen-ing. I often hurt my little hands, and made my tender fingers bleed, When piecing threads and stopping flys, and thought 'twas very hard indeed. The overlooker pass'd me oft, and when he cried, 'An end down there,' My little heart did tremble so, I almost tumbled down with fear. When at the weary evening's close I could not keep myself awake, He sometimes strapp'd me till I cry'd as if my little heart would break. Oh, master! did you know the half that we endure, to gain you gold Your heart might tremble for the day when that sad tale must all be told. Ah! then I thought of days gone by, when, far from spindles, din, and heat, I deck'd my little giddy brow with buttercups and violets sweet. From year to year I sigh in vain, for time to play, and time to read. We come so soon, and leave so late, that nought we know but mill and bed. They tell us you grow very rich, by little piec'ners such as me, And that you're going to Parliament, to guard our laws and liberty, They say you pity Negro Slaves, and vow, oppressors to restrain, To break the chains of ignorance, and Christian Principles maintain. Oh! when you're there remember us, whilst at your frames we labour still, And give your best support and aid to Mr. Saddler's Ten Hours Bill. The poor, we know, must work for bread, but, master, are not we too young? Yet if such little ones must work, pray do not work us quite so long! Your 'Christian Principles' now prove, and hearken to the piec'ners prayer, Soon Christ in judgment shall appear, remember, you must meet us there. |
Subject: a peicers tale From: GUEST,DK Date: 20 Aug 11 - 02:25 PM Anyone have the lyrics to this Oldham Tinkers song. It begins 'Good Master, let a little child, a Peicer in your factory' |
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