Poverty Knock
Roy Bailey| Janet Wood's version | |
| 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 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 |
