Starch Factory at the Bay"

By J.W.W. MacInnis

Come and listen to my song It will not detain you long About the old starch factory at the Bay

Where a little stream is dammed There’s a lot of buildings jammed And the whole concern is bossed by Neil MacKay

Where the farmers in the fall Haul potatoes big and small And some little stones of course to make them weigh

Andrew Lewis at the scales Makes them shorter in their sails When he cuts 100 lbs. each load for clay

To hear the whistle dread You’d think it’d wake the dead At 5 o’clock each morning we must tumble out of bed

When we ought to be sleeping At our watches we are peeping — For we’re working in the factory at the Head.

* The date this poem was written is unknown.

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