Poverty, Poverty Knocks

The life and songs of Tommy Daniel of Batley

Engraving of mill workers in the 19th century

Mill lass at the Saltaire Woollen Mill, Bradford, late 19th century. 


Jenny, or Eighteen Pence on the Bed


"This song is my own work, but the subject is from real folklore. Although I have treated the lyric with some levity, it still gives a sordid picture of how mill girls were driven to prostitution through poverty.
Jenny was a real person. This I learnt as a young man. I used to sit in the village pub listening to the old stagers telling of their youthful exploits in the town and city.
With pocket money of a few coppers, Jenny was beyond their reach. It is true she married into the nobility, as did many of her kind, even kings and princes as is well known throughout history.
There is no record that Jenny ever shouted her “wares” in the streets, it was gangs of youths who raised the cry “Eighteen Pence on the Bed”, mainly out of mischief. As the words fitted into the ¾ rhythm I have used them in the chorus."
Original note by Tommy Daniel

Musical notation for the song Eighteen Pence on the Bed

1. Working in grease and in grime,
When Jenny was just in her prime,
Feeding the sley just ninepence a day,
Jenny went on overtime.

Chorus

At eighteen pence on the bed,
Pleasure for single and wed,
There’s not so many like pretty young Jenny
At eighteen pence on the bed.


2. It didn’t require much skill
When she got used to the drill;
She had the power for four in an hour
Better than work in the mill.

3. Jenny soon got to the top,
And never the price did she drop,
She didn’t walk it, nor did she hawk it
But kept a respectable shop.
 
4. The ponces then tried to move in,
Wanting their slice of the tin.
She put out feelers, got pals with the Peelers
Then knew her protection would win.

5. And those fine clothes she had made,
The shopman always got paid,
She bought nothing retail, but got the goods wholesale,
She knew the tricks of the trade.

6. Jenny then got so well known,
That young bloods came in from the town,
Sovereigns they gave her, she called them a favour,
Still kept her old prices down.

7. Came the rich old Earl of Glen,
Who wanted to marry again,
She thought now or never, he’ll not live forever,
Then she’d have the pick of young men.

Tommy Daniel

About Mick

Mick Haywood is a traditional folk singer & folk song collector who has run and organised folk clubs and festivals for many years. He now lives in Whitby, North Yorkshire.