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
[Chorus after every other verse]
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
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
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.
It sets me yawning to great the cold dawning
And back to the old, dreary drive
[Chorus after every other verse]
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
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
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.
envoyé par Bernart - 28/8/2013 - 12:04
Langue: anglais
Versione dei Chumbawamba dal loro album dedicato alle “English Rebel Songs 1381-1914” pubblicato nel 1988.
The Cutty Wren - The Diggers' Song [Levellers and Diggers] - The Colliers March - The Triumph Of General Ludd - Chartists Anthem - Song on the Times - Smashing Of The Van - The World Turned Upside Down [Digger's Song] - Poverty Knock - Idris Strike Song - Hanging On The Old Barbed Wire
Nel 2003 i Chumbawamba hanno ripubblicato l'album aggiungendo alcune canzoni con il titolo ''English Rebel Songs 1381–1984'':
The Bad Squires - Coal Not Dole
''English Rebel Songs 1381–1914'' by Chumbawamba.
The Cutty Wren - The Diggers' Song [Levellers and Diggers] - The Colliers March - The Triumph Of General Ludd - Chartists Anthem - Song on the Times - Smashing Of The Van - The World Turned Upside Down [Digger's Song] - Poverty Knock - Idris Strike Song - Hanging On The Old Barbed Wire
Nel 2003 i Chumbawamba hanno ripubblicato l'album aggiungendo alcune canzoni con il titolo ''English Rebel Songs 1381–1984'':
The Bad Squires - Coal Not Dole
POVERTY KNOCK
Poverty, poverty knock,
My loom it is saying all day.
Poverty poverty knock,
Gaffer's too skinny to pay.
Poverty, poverty knock,
Keeping one eye on the clock.
I know I can guttle
When I hear my shuttle
Go poverty, poverty knock
Up ev'ry morning at five,
I wonder that we keep alive.
Tired and yawning,
Another cold morning
It's back to the dreary old drive.
Poverty, poverty knock,
My loom it is saying all day.
Poverty poverty knock,
Gaffer's too skinny to pay.
Poverty, poverty knock,
Keeping one eye on the clock.
I know I can guttle
When I hear my shuttle
Go poverty, poverty knock
Oh dear, we're going to be late,
Gaffer is stood at the gate;
We're out of pocket
Our wages he'll dock it,
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,
Keeping one eye on the clock.
I know I can guttle
When I hear my shuttle
Go poverty, poverty knock
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 purse he will cling.
Poverty, poverty knock,
My loom it is saying all day.
Poverty poverty knock,
Gaffer's too skinny to pay.
Poverty, poverty knock,
Keeping one eye on the clock.
I know I can guttle
When I hear my shuttle
Go poverty, poverty knock
Sometimes a shuttle flies out
And gives some poor woman a clout.
There she lies bleeding
But nobody's heading,
Oh who's going to carry her out?
Poverty, poverty knock,
My loom it is saying all day.
Poverty poverty knock,
Gaffer's too skinny to pay.
Poverty, poverty knock,
Keeping one eye on the clock.
I know I can guttle
When I hear my shuttle
Go poverty, poverty knock
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.
Poverty, poverty knock,
My loom it is saying all day.
Poverty poverty knock,
Gaffer's too skinny to pay.
Poverty, poverty knock,
Keeping one eye on the clock.
I know I can guttle
When I hear my shuttle
Go poverty, poverty knock
Poverty, poverty knock,
My loom it is saying all day.
Poverty poverty knock,
Gaffer's too skinny to pay.
Poverty, poverty knock,
Keeping one eye on the clock.
I know I can guttle
When I hear my shuttle
Go poverty, poverty knock
Up ev'ry morning at five,
I wonder that we keep alive.
Tired and yawning,
Another cold morning
It's back to the dreary old drive.
Poverty, poverty knock,
My loom it is saying all day.
Poverty poverty knock,
Gaffer's too skinny to pay.
Poverty, poverty knock,
Keeping one eye on the clock.
I know I can guttle
When I hear my shuttle
Go poverty, poverty knock
Oh dear, we're going to be late,
Gaffer is stood at the gate;
We're out of pocket
Our wages he'll dock it,
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,
Keeping one eye on the clock.
I know I can guttle
When I hear my shuttle
Go poverty, poverty knock
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 purse he will cling.
Poverty, poverty knock,
My loom it is saying all day.
Poverty poverty knock,
Gaffer's too skinny to pay.
Poverty, poverty knock,
Keeping one eye on the clock.
I know I can guttle
When I hear my shuttle
Go poverty, poverty knock
Sometimes a shuttle flies out
And gives some poor woman a clout.
There she lies bleeding
But nobody's heading,
Oh who's going to carry her out?
Poverty, poverty knock,
My loom it is saying all day.
Poverty poverty knock,
Gaffer's too skinny to pay.
Poverty, poverty knock,
Keeping one eye on the clock.
I know I can guttle
When I hear my shuttle
Go poverty, poverty knock
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.
Poverty, poverty knock,
My loom it is saying all day.
Poverty poverty knock,
Gaffer's too skinny to pay.
Poverty, poverty knock,
Keeping one eye on the clock.
I know I can guttle
When I hear my shuttle
Go poverty, poverty knock
envoyé par Bernart - 28/8/2013 - 12:06
Langue: anglais
Janet Wood's version
People living in more deprived areas of England and Wales are more likely to die with coronavirus than those in more affluent places, new figures suggest.
Office for National Statistics analysis shows there were 55 deaths for every 100,000 people in the poorest parts of England, compared with 25 in the wealthiest areas.
Office for National Statistics analysis shows there were 55 deaths for every 100,000 people in the poorest parts of England, compared with 25 in the wealthiest areas.
[BBC News]
Poverty poverty knock, my loom is a saying all day
Poverty poverty knock, gaffer's too skinny to pay
Poverty poverty knock, keeping one eye on the clock
I know I can guttle when I hear my shuttle
go poverty poverty knock
One hundred years and a score
This song echoes from the mill floor
From factory workers to drivers and servers
The rich are still fleecing the poor
Personal needs are a crime
When slaving for Amazon Prime
Working full throttle I’ll pee in a bottle
’Cos loo breaks are deemed idle time
Nine seconds to process a pack
It’s taking its toll on my back
I’m fighting off sleep, work all day on the cheap, think I’m
having a panic attack
Three hundred items an hour
The joys of employment gone sour
Force of the market’s, impossible targets
The clock and the boss hold the power
So poverty, poverty knocks, its sound can be heard down the years
Poverty, poverty knocks, playing on family fears
Poverty, poverty knocks, still keeping an eye on the clock
It stalks in the dark before making its mark
Singing poverty, poverty knock
Poverty poverty knock, gaffer's too skinny to pay
Poverty poverty knock, keeping one eye on the clock
I know I can guttle when I hear my shuttle
go poverty poverty knock
One hundred years and a score
This song echoes from the mill floor
From factory workers to drivers and servers
The rich are still fleecing the poor
Personal needs are a crime
When slaving for Amazon Prime
Working full throttle I’ll pee in a bottle
’Cos loo breaks are deemed idle time
Nine seconds to process a pack
It’s taking its toll on my back
I’m fighting off sleep, work all day on the cheap, think I’m
having a panic attack
Three hundred items an hour
The joys of employment gone sour
Force of the market’s, impossible targets
The clock and the boss hold the power
So poverty, poverty knocks, its sound can be heard down the years
Poverty, poverty knocks, playing on family fears
Poverty, poverty knocks, still keeping an eye on the clock
It stalks in the dark before making its mark
Singing poverty, poverty knock
envoyé par giorgio - 30/8/2020 - 12:51
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Canzone da più fonti attribuita a tal Tom Daniel, un operaio tessile di Batley, Yorkshire, nato intorno al 1890 e morto negli anni 70. Fu raccolta prima della sua morte da tal Tony Green. Questo secondo le informazioni disponibili su English Folk Music e su Mudcat Café
L’ho attribuita a Roy Bailey perché mi sembra che sia il primo ad averla incisa in un suo disco del 1971.
Una canzone sulle terribili condizioni di lavoro negli stabilimenti tessili inglesi all’inizio del 900, dove ai telai lavoravano soprattutto donne e bambini (l’autore della canzone cominciò a lavorarvi che eveva appena 11 anni!) e gli incidenti causati dalle spolette dei telai erano all’ordine del giorno…
Mi ha ricordato anche la famosa scena del telaio assassino nel film di e con Francesco Nuti “Madonna che silenzio c’è stasera”…
Si vedano sl tema anche altre canzoni già presenti sul sito, come Hard Times in a Cotton Mill (Cotton Mill Blues)