Come you fatall sisters three,

Whose exercise is spinning:


And help us to pull out these thrids,

For here’s a harsh beginning


With hemp and flax, and toe to toe to, 

to toe to, toe tero.



You Punkes and Panders everyone,   

Come hear your loving sisters:

In new Bridewell there is a mill,

Turns all our hands to blisters.

With hemp and flax, and toe to toe to, 

to toe to, toe tero. 



Besse the eldest Sister, 

She’s stayned with much honour,

She can’t endure the labours,

Which have now been thrust upon her.  

With hemp and flax, and toe to toe to, 

to toe to, toe tero.



The blinded whipper he attends,


If he sees wheels left spinning,


And oh the very Matrons looks,

Turns all our mirth to mourning.

Hemp and flax, and toe to toe to, 

to toe to, toe tero.



Gold and silver hath forsaken,


Our acquaintance clearly:

Twined whipcord takes their place,

And strikes our shoulders neerely.

Strikes our shoulders neerely.

And strikes our shoulders neerely.   

Hemp and flax, and toe to toe to, 

to toe to, toe tero.



O you lusty Roaring Boyes,

Come shew your brazen faces:

Turn your weapons to the beetles,

Shoulder out these lashes.

With hemp and flax, and toe to toe to, 

to toe to, toe tero.