I Work In the Cotton Mill

I work in the cotton mill.
I rise from my bed while it’s still dark.
Just to work another gruesome day.
Off to the mill I must fly like a lark.
If i'm late your sacked the boss will say.

I walk inside to my spinning machine.
There are plenty of spinners just like me.
The way were worked is truly obscene.
Rows of machines as far as the eye can see.

Dust and fibres irritate my eyes.
As I cough up blood I try not to cry.
IF T.B goes untreated the person dies.
Must finish my work or have a good try.

I’'ve learned there’s no point complaining.
The overseer will beat me black and blue.
Got a better change stopping it raining.
Work a lot harder is the best I can do.

Oil the machines as the as lunch bell rings.
Mustn't spill a drop of oil or it’s a 2d fine.
Porridge is our nourishment lunch time brings.
Along drink of water and it’s back on the line.
Everything we do is sounded by a bell.
I’m now so tired stood up on my feet.
If caught sleeping surly would bring hell.
I hope the owners comfortable sat in his seat.

The bell finally rings to tell us its home time.
Mister Bell ringer don’t have to ring twice.
For the first time today that bells a friend of mine.
Sadly born into poverty was my only crime.

By Unknown