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POVERTY KNOCK Up in the morning at five, it's a wonder that we stay alive It sets me yawning to great the cold dawning And back to the old, dreary drive Oh dear, I'm going to be late, Gaffer is standing at gate With his hands in his pockets our wages he'll dock us We'll have to buy grub on the slate Poverty poverty knock, my loom it is saying all day Poverty poverty knock, Gaffer's too skinny to pay Poverty poverty knock, always one eye on the clock I know I can guttle when I hear me shuttle go Poverty poverty knock We have to wet our own yarn by dipping it in yonder tarn It's cold and it's soggy, it makes me feel And there's rats in that dirty old barn. Sometimes a shuttle flies out and gives some poor woman a clout She lies there bleeding while nobody's heading Who's going to carry her out? The tuner should tackle my loom, but he just sits there on his bum He's always busy a-courting our Lizzie And I just can't get him to come And Lizzie's so easily led, I reckon he takes her to bed She used to be skinny, now look at her pinny It's just about time they were wed Oh my poor head how it sings, I should have woven three strings The threads they keep breaking, my poor heart is aching Oh God, how I wish I had wings. ----------------------------------------------------------------- @work @poverty filename[ POVKNOCK TUNE FILE: POVKNOCK CLICK TO PLAY DC |
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