As I walked down the road on this fine summers morn
I can see a great combine collecting the corn
When my mind wanders back in a moment of joy
To the day of the thresher when I was a boy
All over the valley you can hear the great sound
Of that mighty machine on its annual round
All the men in the valley would follow at will
And they'll all lend a hand with the old threshing mill
So boil up the bacon and cabbage that's green
With plenty of spuds laced with butter between
For the men of the valley their bellies to fill
Oh it makes a man hungry, the old threshing mill
There were two on the thresher and two on the stack
They.......................with the fork kept the straw flyin' back
There were gallons of cider and plenty of fags
While old Harry Morley looked after the bags
Then a few of the boys built the straw in the a reek
While the young ones had fun playing hide and go seek
And meself and me brother with the dogs and the cats
Had the time of our lives as we murdered the rats
So boil up the bacon and the cabbage that's green
With plenty of spuds laced with butter between
For the men of the valley their bellies to fill
Oh it makes a man hungry, the old threshing mill
Now times go on changing for nothing stands still
Harry Morley he's gone like the old threshing mill
And most of the workers I knew as a child
Have reaped the rich harvest for which they did toil
No more in the valley we'll hear that machine
For just like the corn crakes they're gone from the scene
Oh it makes me feel sad as I dream of it still
For I love the dear sound of the old threshing mill
So boil up the bacon and the cabbage that's green
With plenty of spuds laced with butter between
For the men of the valley their bellies to fill
Oh it makes a man hungry, the old threshing mill