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BACK TER MILL
Ahm known as Th'Owd Syker
because ah come frae Syke.
The nicest place in all the world,
yer can call it what yer like.
Ah started work when ah left school
on looms at Queen St mill.
ah nobbut woorve fer that one day,
it really made me ill.
Ah made a smash, ah fergeet missel,
ah put two shuttles in,
yer should hev herd em when they crashed,
they made an awful din.
When tackler coom, he looked at me,
then said withairt a dairt,
that's the biggest smash ah've ever sin,
ahs hev ter cut it airt.
But first of all thar'll come wi me,
Sooer get thi coyt an cap,
we'll hev ter see the manager,
an tell him oer this trap.
When tackler towled him what ah'd done,
he said "God rest my soul,
thard better get thi cards mi lad,
an sign on at the dole".
Then after a minute's thowt he said,
"Ah'd better see thi dad,
ah thinks thers a job ter let upstairs,
we want a wairhairse lad".
Mi dad said "ay, he'll teck the job,
it'll find him summat ter do",
and boss said, "get that bucket an brush,
tha can start an clearn the lu".
In every department o'that mill,
ah seemed ter get a job,
an biggest wage I ever geet,
were less ner fifty bob.
That wern't enough ter live on,
an help to pay mi debts,
sooer ah geet a pitch at Burnley Dogs,
an started tecking bets.
Th'Owd Syker.
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Gloria
I'd be dangerous with a brain.
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