Treadmill Song

Treadmill Song - Ewan MacColl

Step in young man I know your face

It's nothing in your favour

A little time I'll give to you

Six months unto hard labour

With me hip fol the day with me hip fol the day

With me hip fol the day fol the digee oh

At six o'clock the screw comes in

A bunch of keys all in his hand

Come my lads step up in gry

Tread the wheel till breakfast time

With me hip fol the day with me hip fol the day

Witg me hip fol the day fol the digee oh

At eight o'clock the skilly comes in

Sometimes thick and Sometimes thin

But never a word we must not say

Or it's bread and water all next day

With me hip fol the day with me hip fol the day

With me hip fol the day fol the digee oh

At half past eight the bell will ring

And to the chapel we must swing

Down on our bended knees must fall

The Lord have mercy on us all

With me hip fol the day with me hip fol the day

With me hip fol the day fol the digee oh

At nine o'clock the jangle ring

All on the trap boys we must spring

Come pray may last to be and time

The wheel's to tread and the corn's to grind

With me hip fol the day with me hip fol the day

With me hip fol the day fol the digee oh

Now Saturday's come I am sorry to say

Sunday is starvation day

Our hob-nail boots and our tin mugs too

They are not shined and they will not do

With me hip fol the day with me hip fol the day

With me hip fol the day fol the digee oh

When six long months are gone and past

I'll return to my bonny lass

I'll leave the turnkeys all behind

The wheel to tread and the corn to grind

With me hip fol the day with me hip fol the day

With me hip fol the day fol the digee oh