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FOUR PENCE A DAY The ore is waiting in the tubs the snow's upon the fell Canny folk are sleeping yet but lead is reet to sell Come me little washer lad come let's awa We're bound down to slavery for four pence a day It's early in the morning we rise at five o'clock And the little slaves come to the door to knock, knock, knock Come me little washer lad, come let's awa It's very hard to work for four pence a day My father was a miner and lived down in the town Twas hard work and poverty that always kept him down He aimed for me to go to school, but brass he could not pay So i had to go to the washing rake for four pence a day My mother rises out of bed with tears on her cheeks Puts my wallet on my shoulders, which has to serve a week It often fills her great big heart when she unto me does say I never thought you would have worked for four pence a day Fourpence a day, me lads, and very hard to work And never a pleasant look from a gruffy looking Turk His conscience it may fall and his heart it may give way Then he'll raise our wages to nine pence a day see also FOURPND @work @mining sung by MacColl on Steamwhistle Ballads filename[ FOURPENC TUNE FILE: FOURPND CLICK TO PLAY SOF |
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