Poverty Knock
Roy Bailey| Versione dei Chumbawamba dal loro album dedicato alle “English R... | |
| 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 [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. | 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 |
