On Monday it's washday we wash all our clothes,
with a dolly and posser through the mangle it goes.
The carbolic soap doesn't smell very good,
but they dry on the winter Hedge, that's made of wood.
We wind up the bobbins to weave weft and warp,
A week as a weaver in Skelmanthorpe
On Tuesday it's market we go into town,
To sell all the cloth to make into a gown.
We'll go to the Cloth Hall to get a good price,
To make us a profit, now that would be nice
On Wednesday it's baking, we make our own bread,
We don't have an oven but a cauldron instead.
We go hunting rabbits, they give a good chase
Then we make rabbit pies to bake up at 'Pie Place'.
On Thursday it's odd jobs called Common Sense Day,
We do all the jobs that are left in the way.
It might be the ironing or cleaning the fire,
For cleaning the chimney, the banger's raised higher.
On Friday it's Bath night, we wash, clean and scrub,
with a rub a dub dub in our old tin tub
It's private for drying down in the room,
Then we go up to bed to sleep under the loom.
On Saturday and Sunday we play Knurr and Spell,
And in the last few weeks we've done very well.
We've won us some money, in fact sixty pounds,
We can go back to market to buy some new gowns.
This is a contemporary song about Yorkshire.
This song was produced as part of a schools-based industrial heritage project - for more information see industrial-heritage.epip.org.uk/