Steeleye Span - Treadmill Song lyrics

Traditional Step in young man I know your face It's nothing in your favour A little time I'll give to you Six months unto hard labour At six o'clock the screw comes in A bunch of keys all in his hand Step up my lads, step up in time And tread the wheel till breakfast time And at eight o'clock the sk**y comes in It's sometimes thick and it's sometimes thin And never a word dare we all say Or it's bread and water all next day At half past eight the bell do ring And off to the chapel boys we must swing Down on our bended knees we fall The Lord have mercy on us all And at nine o'clock the jangle ring And all on the trap boys we must spring Step up my lads, step up in time The wheel's to tread and the corn's to grind Now Saturday's come I am sorry to say For Sunday is starvation day Our hob-nail boots and our tin mugs too They are not shined and they will not do When six long months are gone and past Then I'll return to my bonny, bonny la** I'll leave the turnkeys all behind The wheel to tread and the corn to grind