The working day started reight early, (Lucy) In fact it started
in t’middle o’ neet,
It started wi’ sound of Knocker-Ups clogs Going clack,
clickerty clack up street.
Rose: Knocker-Up round our way was called Sally,
(Georgia) It was a woman who got ‘em all out o’bed,
She didn’t need a stick with all t’wires at end,
Her clogs would have wakened t’dead.
I used to wonder why a woman did this job, (Lauren) She was
out t’rain, hail and sleet, I used to wonder who wakened
her up, Or if she stayed up all neet.
Soon t’mill buzzer ‘ud start to blow, (Naomi)
You’ve never heard such a row,
It used to rattle all pots in t’cubourd, And all dogs
‘ud start to howl.
And mill lasses ‘ud go pattering past, (Sophie) There’d
be Mothers and Aunties and Sisters,
There’d be Menders and blenders and Perchers,
And Bobbing-liggers, Doffers and Twisters.
Lifes blood o’mill were these lassies, ( ) Working from
morning to neet, Allus laughing and joking, Especially on
Text by Anyo Jones & Ascendance
(Lauren): My Bradford was a rolling, beautiful landscape.
(Naomi): My Bradford was transformed into a sea of Textile
Rose (Georgia): My Bradford was the fastest growing town in
(Sophie): My Bradford was the worsted Capital of the World.
Amy ( ): My Bradford was Nicknamed Wordstedopolis.
All the Cast: Wordstedopolis?
( ): Wordstedopolis.
(Lucy): My Bradford was filled with thousands of workers from
all over the word.
Cast: Our Bradford at Cottingley Worsted Mill.