Suggested air:  [285Notation]

Come all you croppers¹ stout and bold,
Let your faith grows stronger still;
Oh the Cropper lads in the county of York,
They broke the shears at Fosters Mill. [Note 285.1]

The wind it blew the sparks they flew,
Which alarmed the town full soon;
And out of bed poor people did creep
And run by the light of the moon.

Around and around they all did stand,
And solemnly did swear;
Neither bucket nor kit any such thing,
Should be of assistance there.

Around and around we all will stand
And sternly swear we will;
We'll break the shears and windows too,
And set fire to the tazzling¹ mill.