Pete Seeger - Hard Times in the Mill lyrics

Every mornin' at half-past four You hear the cooks hop on the floor It's hard times in the mill my love Hard times in the mill Every morning just at five Gotta get up, dead or alive It's hard times in the mill my love Hard times in the mill Every mornin' right at six Don't that ol' bell make you sick Hard times in the mill my love Hard times in the mill The pulley got hot, the belt jumped off Knocked Mr Guyan's derby off It's hard times in the mill my love Hard times in the mill And ol' Pat Goble thinks he's a Hun He puts me in mind of a doodle in the sun It's hard times in the mill my love Hard times in the mill Section hand he thinks he's a man He ain't got sense to pay off his hands It's hard times in the mill my love Hard times in the mill They steal his ring, they steal his knife Steal everything but his big fat wife It's hard times in the mill my love Hard times in the mill My bobbin's all out, my end's all down The doffer's in my alley an' I can't get around It's hard times in the mill my love Hard times in the mill The section hand, standin' at the door Ordering the sweepers to sweep up the floor It's hard times in the mill my love Hard times in the mill An' every night when I go home A piece o' cornbread an' an ol' jawbone It's hard times in the mill my love Hard times in the mill Ain't it enough to break your heart Have to work all day, an' at night it's dark It's hard times in the mill my love Hard times in the mill