The Jute-Mill Song

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