The Machiner’s Song

It's all very well to have a machine
To thresh your wheat and barley clean
To thresh it and wim it all fit for sale
And take it to market brisk and well

Singing rumble-dum-dairy flare up Mary
And make her old table shine

The man who made her he made her so well
He made each cog and wheel to tell
While the big wheel runs the little one hums
And the feeder he sits above the drum

Singing rumble-dum-dairy flare up Mary
And makе her old table shine

Thеre's old Father Howard the sheaves to put
While old Mother Howard she does make up
And Mary she sits and feeds all day
And Johnny he carries the straw away

Singing rumble-dum-dairy flare up Mary
And make her old table shine

At seven o'clock we do begin
And we usually stop about nine or ten
To have our beer and oil her up
Then up we go till one o'clock

Singing rumble-dum-dairy flare up Mary
And make her old table shine

Then after a bite and a drink all round
The driver climbs to his box again
And with his long whip ad a shout of, All right
He drives 'em round till five at night

Singing rumble-dum-dairy flare up Mary
And make her old table shine