But I've stayed by the company through two strikes.

They called me 'scab.' There's not a man among 'em to-day to take a drink with me if I asked him.

D'ye see the scars on me head where I was struck with flying bricks?
There ain't a child at the spindles but what would curse me name.

Me only friend is the company.

It's not me duty, but me bread an' butter an' the life of me children to stand by the mills.