Mill Boys — текст песни (The Barclay James Harvest)

Sky was black, Lord, rain came pouring down
Number 12 bus shuffling down Shaw Road way
Mules keep spinning, black-faced lifers peck the ground
Sun comes up like lightning over Tandle Hills grey
We are mill boys, stuck on the hill boys
Stuck in the mill boys, `till our dying day
We are mill boys, stuck on the hill boys
Stuck in the mill boys, `till our dying day


Cotton mill will get you, boy, she`ll take you to your grave
Tell you boy to use your head, apprentice out your days
You`ll end up a nothing, buy, with cotton as your trade
Sun comes up like lightning over Tandle Hills grey

We are mill boys, stuck on the hill boys
Stuck in the mill boys, `till our dying day
We are mill boys, stuck on the hill boys
Stuck in the mill boys, `till our dying day


It`s easy to see a poor boy`s blues
When he`s working every day
It`s harder to be there in his shoes
He was born to be that way