Poverty Knock Letra

Poverty poverty knock, keeping one eye on the clock
I know I can guttle when I hear my shuttle go, 'poverty poverty knock'

Up every morning at five
I wonder that we keep alive
Tired and yawning another cold morning
It's back to the dreary old drive

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Oh dear we're going to be late
Gaffer is stood at the gate
We're out of pocket our wages they'll docket
We'll have to buy grub on the slate

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And when all our wages they'll bring
We're often short of a string
While we are fratching with gaffer for snatching
We know to his brass he will cling

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Sometimes a shuttle flies out
And gives some poor woman a clout
There she lies bleeding but nobody's heeding
Oh who's going to carry her out?

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Oh dear, my poor head it sings
I should have woven three strings
But threads are breaking and my back is aching
Oh dear how I wish I had wings

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