King Cotton

1.   See how the lint flies over the moor-land
See how the smoke in the valley clings
See how the slate roofs shine in the drizzle
This is the valley where cotton is king

2.   Sleep is washed from their broken faces
Tattered clothes on the flesh does cling
Dust in the lungs and their bodies twisted
This is the valley where cotton is king

3.   Work all day to the looms hard rhythm
Toil and sweat till your tired bones ring
Crawl back home as the gaslight flickers
This is the valley where cotton is king

4.   This is the land where children labour
Where life and death seem the self same thing
Where many work that a few might prosper
This is the valley where cotton is king

5.   See how the lint flies over the moor-land
See how the smoke in the valley clings
See how the slate roofs shine in the drizzle
This is the valley where cotton is king

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