For three months he was sent to step at the mill.
All through prigging a goose,
Oh! the Michaelmas goose.
The Vorkhouse Boy.
The cloth vos laid in the Vorkhouse hall,
And the greatcoats hung on the vhite-vashed vall;
The paupers all were blithe and gay,
Keeping their Christmas holiday;
Vhen the master he cried, with a roguish leer,