I'm a working chap as you may see And you'll find an honest lad in me. I'm neither haughty, mean, nor proud And I never takes to things too rude. I never go beyond my means Nor seek assistance from my friends But day and night, through thick and thin I'm working life out to keep life in.
No matter, friends, what e'er befall The poor folk, they must work away Through frost and snow and rain and wind They are working life out to keep life in.
The poor needlewoman that we saw In reality and on the wall A picture sorrowful to see I'm sure with me you'll all agree Her pay scarce able to feed a mouse Far less to keep herself and house And she is naked, hungry, pale, and thin Working life out to keep life in.
No matter, friends, what e'er befall The poor folks, they must work away Through frost and snow and rain and wind They are working life out to keep life in.
Don't call a man a drunken sod Because he wears a ragged coat. Remember, friends, it's better yet To run in rags than run in debt. He may look seedy, very true But still his creditors are few. And he toddles on, devoid of sin Working life out to keep life in.
No matter, friends, what e'er befall The poor folks, they must work away Through frost and snow and rain and wind They are working life out to keep life in.
Now maybe, friends, I've stayed too long But I hope that I've said nothing wrong. I only merely want to show The way the poor folks have to go. Consider a man with a house full of bairns To feed them it takes all he earns But with a willing heart and a coat so thin He's working life out to keep life in.
No matter, friends, what e'er befall The poor folks, they must work away Through frost and snow and rain and wind They are working life out to keep life in.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
