With Thanks to Chris Shaw – Chris Shaw Media for sending this through.
Send for t ‘dyer
You’ll find in mills tbroughout the land; A highly s k i l l f u l select band
Of Men, who wait for shouts of ire; From all and sundry–"Send for t ‘dyer".
No matter what the trouble be; Everyone’s in unity.
You don’t blame tuner, spinner, buyer; You simply holler–"Send for t ‘dyer".
If standing marks the cloth should mar; One need not look so very f a r ;
Do not the gentle weaver f i r e ; Better still to–"Send for t’dyer".
Now if the cloth be stained with grease; Just mark the ticket ‘Dirty piece’
Then at the Perch you broadcast f i r e ; All together–"Send for t ‘dyer".
If the.cutting’s rough, or the pile too low; Say ‘The back is grinning through’;
(A deeper shade makes the pile look higher) So once again its–"Send for t’dyer”.
If the weft’s so weak you’ve to wind it slack; Blame your old friend Sulphur Black.
Keep on and on, and be a trier; Sooner or later they ’11–"Send for t ‘dyer".
Mender’s throw around the pieces; Causing stains and hasty creases;
The perch can’t call a lass a liar; So there’s nowt to do but –"Send for t ‘dyer".
When yarns are full of knots and burrs; The spinner then is heard to curse
And utter threats most rude and dire; Says "Can’t be my fault–"Send f o r t ‘ d y e r
But when.things to wrong and you need some aid; In the complex tricky textile trade;
If you feel you’re really i n the mire; Just relax and–"Send for t’dyer".
Oh noble men. Oh happy breed.
If the roof f e l l i n or the mill caught f i r e ; It’s a pound to a pinch, they’d–"Send for t ‘dyer".
Yours is a thankless task indeed.
But when his earthly span is o ‘ e r ; And he stands and waits a t the Golden Shore;
He’ll hear the c a l l of the Heavenly Choir;
"Bring the best i n first–send f o r t’dyer".