On the way to work in mill

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It was the early morning custom, before going to work in the linen mill, to boil water for tea in a little tin over a lighted oily rag in the empty fire grate.

My aunt, Jane, she took me in,

And gave me tea out of her wee tin.

Half a bap with sugar on the top,

And three black lumps out of her wee shop.

Mary Treveil,

Ardrossan Road,