Now some do say the weaver's best but I would not say so
If it weren't for us poor labouring men what would those weavers do?
We buys up all their old odds and ends and so the gain comes in
For there's never a trade in all England like we poor labouring men
And some do say the blacksmith's best but I do not say so
If it weren't for us poor labouring men what would those blacksmiths do?
We wears out all their old cutters and shares and so their gain comes in
For there's never a trade in all England like we poor labouring men
And some do say the tailor's best but I would not say so
If it weren't for us poor labouring men what would those tailors do?
They'd wear out all their old breeches and so their gain comes in
For there's never a trade in all England like we poor labouring men
And now some do say the shoemaker's best but I would not say so
If it weren't for us poor labouring men what would those shoemakers do?
They'd wear out all their old boots and shoes and so the trade comes in
For there's never a trade in all England like we poor labouring men
And now some do say the baker's best but I would not say so
If it weren't for us poor labouring men what would those bakers do?
We'd buy up all of their old stale bread until the trade comes in
For there's never a trade in all England like we poor labouring men
And some will say the brewer's best but I will not say so
If it weren't for us poor labouring men what would those brewers do?
We buys up all the old fourpenny beer and so their gain comes in
And there's never a trade in all England like we poor labouring men
… and so their gain comes in
For there's never a trade in all England like we poor labouring men
If it weren't for us poor labouring men what would those weavers do?
We buys up all their old odds and ends and so the gain comes in
For there's never a trade in all England like we poor labouring men
And some do say the blacksmith's best but I do not say so
If it weren't for us poor labouring men what would those blacksmiths do?
We wears out all their old cutters and shares and so their gain comes in
For there's never a trade in all England like we poor labouring men
And some do say the tailor's best but I would not say so
If it weren't for us poor labouring men what would those tailors do?
They'd wear out all their old breeches and so their gain comes in
For there's never a trade in all England like we poor labouring men
And now some do say the shoemaker's best but I would not say so
If it weren't for us poor labouring men what would those shoemakers do?
They'd wear out all their old boots and shoes and so the trade comes in
For there's never a trade in all England like we poor labouring men
And now some do say the baker's best but I would not say so
If it weren't for us poor labouring men what would those bakers do?
We'd buy up all of their old stale bread until the trade comes in
For there's never a trade in all England like we poor labouring men
And some will say the brewer's best but I will not say so
If it weren't for us poor labouring men what would those brewers do?
We buys up all the old fourpenny beer and so their gain comes in
And there's never a trade in all England like we poor labouring men
… and so their gain comes in
For there's never a trade in all England like we poor labouring men
envoyé par Bernart Bartleby - 20/4/2018 - 11:25
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Una ballata tradizionale che Ewan MacColl apprese nei primi anni 60 da una traveller, una zingara inglese di nome Queen Caroline Hughes
Negli album “The Manchester Angel” (1966) e “Traveller's Songs from England and Scotland” (1977), con Peggy Seeger
Interpretata anche da Steeleye Span e altri artisti inglesi
Testo trovato su Mainly Norfolk: English Folk and Other Good Music