Treadmill Song Lyrics

	作词 : Traditional
	Traditional
	Step in young man I know your face
	It's nothing in your favour
	A little time I'll give to you
	Six months unto hard labour
	At six o'clock the screw comes in
	A bunch of keys all in his hand
	Step up my lads, step up in time
	And tread the wheel till breakfast time
	And at eight o'clock the skilly comes in
	It's sometimes thick and it's sometimes thin
	And never a word dare we all say
	Or it's bread and water all next day
	At half past eight the bell do ring
	And off to the chapel boys we must swing
	Down on our bended knees we fall
	The Lord have mercy on us all
	And at nine o'clock the jangle ring
	And all on the trap boys we must spring
	Step up my lads, step up in time
	The wheel's to tread and the corn's to grind
	Now Saturday's come I am sorry to say
	For Sunday is starvation day
	Our hob-nail boots and our tin mugs too
	They are not shined and they will not do
	When six long months are gone and past
	Then I'll return to my bonny, bonny lass
	I'll leave the turnkeys all behind
	The wheel to tread and the corn to grind

	zuo ci : Traditional
	Traditional
	Step in young man I know your face
	It' s nothing in your favour
	A little time I' ll give to you
	Six months unto hard labour
	At six o' clock the screw comes in
	A bunch of keys all in his hand
	Step up my lads, step up in time
	And tread the wheel till breakfast time
	And at eight o' clock the skilly comes in
	It' s sometimes thick and it' s sometimes thin
	And never a word dare we all say
	Or it' s bread and water all next day
	At half past eight the bell do ring
	And off to the chapel boys we must swing
	Down on our bended knees we fall
	The Lord have mercy on us all
	And at nine o' clock the jangle ring
	And all on the trap boys we must spring
	Step up my lads, step up in time
	The wheel' s to tread and the corn' s to grind
	Now Saturday' s come I am sorry to say
	For Sunday is starvation day
	Our hobnail boots and our tin mugs too
	They are not shined and they will not do
	When six long months are gone and past
	Then I' ll return to my bonny, bonny lass
	I' ll leave the turnkeys all behind
	The wheel to tread and the corn to grind

	zuò cí : Traditional
	Traditional
	Step in young man I know your face
	It' s nothing in your favour
	A little time I' ll give to you
	Six months unto hard labour
	At six o' clock the screw comes in
	A bunch of keys all in his hand
	Step up my lads, step up in time
	And tread the wheel till breakfast time
	And at eight o' clock the skilly comes in
	It' s sometimes thick and it' s sometimes thin
	And never a word dare we all say
	Or it' s bread and water all next day
	At half past eight the bell do ring
	And off to the chapel boys we must swing
	Down on our bended knees we fall
	The Lord have mercy on us all
	And at nine o' clock the jangle ring
	And all on the trap boys we must spring
	Step up my lads, step up in time
	The wheel' s to tread and the corn' s to grind
	Now Saturday' s come I am sorry to say
	For Sunday is starvation day
	Our hobnail boots and our tin mugs too
	They are not shined and they will not do
	When six long months are gone and past
	Then I' ll return to my bonny, bonny lass
	I' ll leave the turnkeys all behind
	The wheel to tread and the corn to grind

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