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