WAlVm MEWSIC. 11 



At the clank o' the tappet, the hum o' the wheel, 

 Sing this plain unmistakable song : — 



Nick a ting, nock a ting; 



Wages keep pocketing ; 

 Working for little is better nor laiking ; 



Twist an' twine, reel an' wind ; 



Keep a contented mind ; 

 Troubles are oft of a body's own making. 



To see working folk Avi' a smile o' ther face, 



As they labour thear day after day. 



An hear th' women's voices float sweetly throo th' place, 



As they join i' some favourite lay ; 



It saands amang th' din, as the violet seems 



'At peeps out th' green dockens among, 



Diffusing a charm over th' rest by its means, 



Thus it blends i' that steady old song : 



Nick a ting, nock a ting ; 



Wages keep pocketing ; 

 Working for little is better nor laiking ; 



Twist an' twine, reel an' wind, 



Keep a contented mind, 

 Troubles are oft of a body's own making. 



An' then see what lessons are laid oiit anent us. 



As pick after pick follows time after time. 



An' warns us, tho' silent, to let nowt px-event us 



From striving by little endeavours to climb ; 



Th' world's made o' trifles, it's dust forms a mountain, 



Then never despair as you're trudging along; 



If troubles will come an' your spirits dishearten, 



You'll find there's relief i' that steady old song ; — 



Nick a ting, nock a ting ; 



Wages keep pocketing ; 

 Working for little is better nor laiking ; 



Twist an twine, reel an Avind ; 



Keep a contented mind ; 

 Troubles are oft of a body's own making. 



Life's warp comes throo Heaven, th' weft's faand bi us sen, 



To finish a piece we're comjjell'd to ha' booath, 



Th' warp's reight, but if th' weft should be faulty, how then ? 



Noa waiver i' th' world can produce a gooid clooath ; 



Then let us endeavour by working and striving, 



To finish awr piece so' s noa fault can be fun. 



An' then i' return for awr pains an' contriving, 



Th' takker-in '11 reward us and whisper well done. 



