The Jute-Mill Song - Karan Casey

Oh, dear me, the mill runs fast

The poor wee shifters cannae get their rest

Shifting bobbins course and fine

They fairly make you work for your ten and nine

Oh, dear me, I wish the day was done

Running up and down the pass is no fun

Shifting, piecing, spinning warp, weft and twine

To feed and clothe your bairnes off a ten and nine

Oh, dear me, the mill runs fast

The poor wee shifters cannae get their rest

Shifting bobbins course and fine

They fairly make you work for your ten and nine

Oh, dear me, the world is ill divided

Them that works the hardest are the least provided

But I’m maun bide contented dark days are fine

There’s no much pleasure living off a ten and nine

Oh, dear me, the mill runs fast

The poor wee shifters cannae get their rest

Shifting bobbins course and fine

They fairly make you work for your ten and nine