Letra de The Jute-Mill Song

Chorus: Oh dear me, the mill runs fast The poor wee shifters cannae get their rest Shifting bobbins course and fine 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 Feed and clothe your bairnes off a ten and nine (Chorus) 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 (Chorus) Ten and nine...