Dotty:
The working day started reight early, (Lucy) In fact it started
in t’middle o’ neet,
It started wi’ sound of Knocker-Ups clogs Going clack,
clickerty clack up street.
Rose: Knocker-Up round our way was called Sally,
(Georgia) It was a woman who got ‘em all out o’bed,
She didn’t need a stick with all t’wires at end,
Her clogs would have wakened t’dead.
Victoria:
I used to wonder why a woman did this job, (Lauren) She was
out t’rain, hail and sleet, I used to wonder who wakened
her up, Or if she stayed up all neet.
Louise:
Soon t’mill buzzer ‘ud start to blow, (Naomi)
You’ve never heard such a row,
It used to rattle all pots in t’cubourd, And all dogs
‘ud start to howl.
Abbey:
And mill lasses ‘ud go pattering past, (Sophie) There’d
be Mothers and Aunties and Sisters,
There’d be Menders and blenders and Perchers,
And Bobbing-liggers, Doffers and Twisters.
Amy:
Lifes blood o’mill were these lassies, ( ) Working from
morning to neet, Allus laughing and joking, Especially on
Friday neet.
Text by Anyo Jones & Ascendance
Youth Group
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Victoria
(Lauren): My Bradford was a rolling, beautiful landscape.
Louise
(Naomi): My Bradford was transformed into a sea of Textile
Mills.
Rose (Georgia): My Bradford was the fastest growing town in
the UK.
Abbey
(Sophie): My Bradford was the worsted Capital of the World.
Amy ( ): My Bradford was Nicknamed Wordstedopolis.
All the Cast: Wordstedopolis?
Amy
( ): Wordstedopolis.
Dotty
(Lucy): My Bradford was filled with thousands of workers from
all over the word.
All
Cast: Our Bradford at Cottingley Worsted Mill.
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