On the way to work in mill
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,
Hartlepool.