Come, all you croppers stout and bold,
Let your faith grow stronger still,
For the cropper lads in the county of York
Have broken shears at Foster's Mill
Oh, around, around we all do stand
And firmly swear we will,
We'll break the shears and windows too
And we'll all set fire to Foster's Mill
Come, all you croppers stout and bold,
Let your faith grow stronger still,
For the cropper lads in the county of York
Have broken shears at Foster's Mill
Oh, drear and dark it is the day
When a man has to fight for his bread;
Some judgment sure will clear the way
And the poor to triumph shall be led
Come, all you croppers stout and bold,
Let your faith grow stronger still,
For the cropper lads in the county of York
Have broken shears at Foster's Mill