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Oh, dear me, the mill runs fast
The poor wee shifters cannae get their rest
Shifting bobbins course and fine
They fairly make you work for your ten and nine
Oh, dear me, I wish the day was done
Running up and down the pass is no fun
Shifting, piecing, spinning warp, weft and twine
To feed and clothe your bairnes off a ten and nine
Oh, dear me, the mill runs fast
The poor wee shifters cannae get their rest
Shifting bobbins course and fine
They fairly make you work for your ten and nine
Oh, dear me, the world is ill divided
Them that works the hardest are the least provided
But I'm maun bide contented dark days are fine
There's no much pleasure living off a ten and nine
Oh, dear me, the mill runs fast
The poor wee shifters cannae get their rest
Shifting bobbins course and fine
They fairly make you work for your ten and nine
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- A Christmas Celtic Sojourn (Live)
- Ships in the Forest
- The Rough Guide to Irish Folk
- Transatlantic Sessions 4, Volume Three
- Rough Guide To Irish Folk
- Distant Shore
- Songlines
- Emerald Aether: Shape Shifting
- The Winds Begin to Sing
- Lullaby: A Collection
- Seal Maiden: A Celtic Musical
- Holding Up Half the Sky: Voices of Celtic Women
- Tønder Festival 2007
- 20 Great Kid Songs
- 1997 Shanachie Irish/Celtic Sampler
- Tønder Festival 2003
- Thousands Are Sailing
- The Rough Guide to Celtic Women
- Chasing the Sun