The Bobbin Boy Wishes

Gee, whisht I could run a ingun;

     Hain’t no job in the mill

At I would ruther have, no sir –

     E, not by a jug fill.

All you hev tur do is jes’ stan’

     Eroun’ an’ sometimes screw

A valve a turn er two, er squirt

     Some ile mebbie intew

Where the piston goes kerchunk! N’en

     You mebbie take a glance

Up et the gauge tur see’f they’s steam

     Ernough tur make her dance,

An ef the firemen ain’t s-loafin’

     Roun’ the b’iler room. Gee!

But I wisht  I could run a ingun,

     Best job I ever see.

Wouldn’t give a snap tur be

     The super, no sir e;

He hez too much tur do fur me,

     But the inguneer, Gee!

Stoled in the ingun room wonst

     N’ en he hed turned his back,

An’ seen the things a-workin’ there,

     All polished up, by crack –

Y! Bet mebbie I didn’t part

     N’ en he turned erbout

An’ ketched me standin’ there,

     An’ chased me out!

Gee, but I’d jes’ like tur be

     A inguneer, the same ez he.

Gee!

    

March 30, ‘97

Netting Machine

Mill on Creamery Rd., East Haddam, CT