Karan Casey
The Jute-Mill Song
Oh, dear me, the mill runs fastThe poor wee shifters cannae get their restShifting bobbins course and fineThey fairly make you work for your ten and nineOh, dear me, I wish the day was doneRunning up and down the pass is no funShifting, piecing, spinning warp, weft and twineTo feed and clothe your bairnes off a ten and nineOh, dear me, the mill runs fastThe poor wee shifters cannae get their restShifting bobbins course and fineThey fairly make you work for your ten and nineOh, dear me, the world is ill dividedThem that works the hardest are the least providedBut I'm maun bide contented dark days are fineThere's no much pleasure living off a ten and nineOh, dear me, the mill runs fastThe poor wee shifters cannae get their restShifting bobbins course and fineThey fairly make you work for your ten and nine
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