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?



CHORUS



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



CHORUS



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.

CHORUS

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