The Machiner’s Song

Lyrics

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