Gaylemill
Thoos had many a maister, many a boss,
Thoos seen plenty a watter gang oft Foss,
Thoos seen many a waggin, many a hoss,
At
Gayle Mill.
Rouths built tha, fer cotton en wool they say,
Thoo kept fooak i’ wark, for many a day,
But tha worked varra lang hoors
Fer very little pay
At
Gayle Mill.
A
dem wez built, en the mead it deep,
Farmer came tute ta wesh ther sheep,
Thes plenty a watter, en tha git it cheap,
At
Gayle Mill.
Tha mead a reeace fert watter to flow,
Away fraet beck en doon t’ grill, ya know,
En
ower t’ wheel et mead machines ta go
At
Gayle Mill.
Thoo saa bad times i’ eeteen fotty two,
Thoo wez closed doon, t’ job fell through,
Fooaks were oot a’ wark, twas a darley do,
At
Gayle Mill.
T’
wheel wez teean oot, it had had its day,
The put in a turbine reet away.
It’s been a Godsend, it works teday,
At
Gayle Mill.