Every mornin' at half-past four
You hear the cooks hoppin' on the floor.
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It's hard times in the mill, my love,
Hard times in the mill.
Every morning just at five,
Gotta get up, dead or alive.
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Every mornin' right at six,
Don't that ol' bell make you sick.
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The pulley got hot, the belt jumped off,
Knocked Mr. Guyan's derby off.
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And ol' Pat Goble thinks he's a Hun,
He puts me in mind of a doodle in the sun.
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Section hand he thinks he's a man,
He ain't got sense to pay off his hands.
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They steal his ring, they steal his knife,
Steal everything but his big fat wife.
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My bobbin's all out, my end's all down,
The doffer's in my alley an' I can't get around.
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The section hand, standin' at the door,
Ordering the sweepers to sweep up the floor.
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An' every night when I go home,
A piece o' cornbread an' an ol' jawbone.
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Ain't it enough to break your heart,
Have to work all day, an' at night it's dark.
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