Brixton Tread Mill.
Parody on the Cottage and Mill.
Wrlien by James Newell.


lave ou seen the New Prison, no more you'lll desire,
I'l sure lhcre is ought a po.r prig ran admire,
Wilh its nobby nailed galei. .n defindee thatl alnds
U here the bright iron bracelets enrirlne the hnnda,
With im jailors so grim. and ynn can not bila sty,
Ihey take rare nepeially you don't cut away,
Irjou're out rfr a itroll il' at Peitond ille,
H here you'll view the New Model ht it' not hke the Mil

Yfs there it wae once at Britton Trrad Mill,
They sent poor '*Pil Garlic" for lauding a till,
T'wen welcome to me in thatj.lly good old tnne,
H hen the Mill and its Skilly were both in Iheir prime.
And ona have we called in the evening sao long.
We laughed, danced, and whistled, and rhaued a song,
Not a word must }ou speak if you're as Poenioniele,
I saw no surh during ast lriuon Tread Mill.

From friends you are are parted, youT*e in seperlec i 11 la.I
,uch rules I confess, has some and rhanesZ madle.
But the Laws an we know like the Mill goelh rouill,
They on'l Irelt you kinhly, and you don' r ome oul Found
Yet dreams bring to mem'rny he merry clrck clnark
i hen I worked on the Mill, and of grub I'd my weak,
And I grumbled in silence when as Penionville,
There I miaeld ihe old customs or Brluion Tread Mill.