 sj |
||
|
||
| |||||
IN THE SHADE OF THE OLD 'ARRIS MILL In the shade of the old 'Arris mill It's enough to make anyone ill The reelin' is rotten, and so is the cotton We'll have to give gaffer a pill. And then when th'ower-looker comes round An' he sees all us doffers sat down He says "Eh ger up and tie yer ends up!" In the shade of the old 'Arris mill. Our stockin's are all full of holes An' our clogs they are losin' their soles Our shawls are all torn and our petticoats are worn We'd be better off diggin' coal. You can't see yer hand for the lint And by Wednesday we're all bloody skint But we don't give a jot, we're a bloody fine lot We're the girls from the old 'Arris mill. Eh Aw wish pay day Friday would come By but we'll have some rare fun Cos each Friday night we go out and get tight And troubles and cares are all done. And then when we spent all us brass And Monday morn comes round at last Then for me an' our Jack, it's time to get back In the shade of the old 'Arris mill. Mike Harding, Folk Songs of Lancashire. Manchester: Whitethorn Press, 1980, p 78 . No source information was given. @work filename[ ARRSMILL TUNE FILE: CRUSTPIE CLICK TO PLAY  8note Sheet |
|