[Lady Violet:]
There's a Yorkshire town, very bleak and brown,
Where your life is not too gay.
[Zaccary:]
For the wheels go round with a buzzing sound,
And the chimneys smoke all day.
[Lady Violet:]
But there's a lass, in that dull place,
Who livens up the neighbours with her sunny little face,
[Zaccary:]
And the lads all stare as she runs along,
[Both:]
When the old mill bell goes ding, ding, dong!
[Lady Violet:]
Liza Ann is a neat young lass,
And she's working up at Briggs's mill,
[Zaccary:]
Ev'ry morning at six o'clock
You can see her walking up the hill.
[Lady Violet:]
There she goes with her turn'd up nose!
[Zaccary:]
And her dinner in a nice tin can,
[Both:]
Oh, you'll all of you be mad
When you see another lad
Is a-taking out Liza Ann!
[Lady Violet:]
Now there's work to do all the long day through,
And it's Liza does her share;
[Zaccary:]
For you must have bread and a nice warm bed,
And you must have clothes to wear.
[Lady Violet:]
But after work there's a time for play,
And Liza Ann's a good 'un at a summer holiday,
[Zaccary:]
Oh, you should just see her in May or June
[Both:]
On a nice fine Saturday afternoon!
[Lady Violet:]
Liza Ann is a neat young lass,
And she's working up at Briggs's mill,
[Zaccary:]
Ev'ry morning at six o'clock
You can see her walking up the hill.
[Lady Violet:]
There she goes with her turn'd up nose!
[Zaccary:]
And her dinner in a nice tin can,
[Both:]
Oh, you'll all of you be mad
When you see another lad
Is a-taking out Liza Ann!