The South Carolina Broadcasters - Babies In The Mill (Original recording: Dorsey Dixon, 1962) | Текст песни

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• Babies In The Mill (Original recording: Dorsey Dixon, 1962)

I used to be a factory hand when things was moving slow,
When children worked in cotton mills, each morning had to go.
Every morning just at five the whistle blew on time
To call them babies out of bed at the age of eight and nine.
Come out of bed, little sleepy head,
And get you a bite to eat.
The factory whistle's calling you,
There's no more time to sleep.
To their jobs those little ones was strictly forced to go.
Those babies had to be on time through rain and sleet and snow.
Many times when things went wrong their bosses often frowned.
Many times those little ones was kicked and shoved around.
Those babies all grew up unlearned, they never went to school.
They never learned to read or. write. They learned to spin and spool.
Every time I close my eyes, I see that picture still
When textile work was carried on by babies in the mill.

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