Intro: verse 1: Oh, dear me, the mill is running fast And we poor shifters cannae get no rest Shifting bobbins, coarse and fine They fairly make you work for your ten and nine verse 2: Oh, dear me, I wish the day was done For running up and doon the pass is no fun Shifting piece and spinning warp, weft and twine There's no much pleasure living off ten and nine verse 3: Oh, dear me, the world is ill-divided Them that works the hardest are the least provided But I must lie contented, dark days or fine To feed and clothe my babies off of ten and nine verse 4: Oh, dear me, the mill is running fast And we poor shifters cannae get no rest Shifting bobbins, coarse and fine They fairly make you work for your ten and nine