[INTRO:] C   F  C  Cadd9 C F    C    F  C

[VERSE 1:]

Oh, dear me, the mill is running fast
    F  ~    ~   C           F      C
And we poor shifters cannae get no rest
            F     C          F
Shifting bobbins, coarse and fine
     C                             F       C
They fairly make you work for your ten and nine


[VERSE 2:]

Oh, dear me, I wish the day was done
    F       ~      C        F          C
For running up and doon the pass is no fun
                       F    C     ~    ~   F
Shifting piece and spinning warp, weft and twine
        C                F                  C
There's no much pleasure living off ten and nine


[VERSE 3:]

Oh, dear me, the world is ill-divided
F         ~         C       F                C
Them that works the hardest are the least provided
               F  C  ~    C            F
But I must lie contented, dark days or fine
   C                         F              C
To feed and clothe my babies off of ten and nine


[VERSE 4:]

Oh, dear me, the mill is running fast
    F  ~    ~   C           F      C
And we poor shifters cannae get no rest
            F     C          F
Shifting bobbins, coarse and fine
     C                             F       C
They fairly make you work for your ten and nine