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A spade a rake a hoe	A
A pickaxe or a bill	B
A hook to reap or a scythe to mow	A
A flail or what ye will	B
And here's a ready hand	C
To ply the needful tool	D
And skill'd enough by lessons rough	E
In Labor's rugged school	D
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To hedge or dig the ditch	F
To lop or fell the tree	G
To lay the swarth on the sultry field	H
Or plough the stubborn lea	G
The harvest stack to bind	I
The wheaten rick to thatch	J
And never fear in my pouch to find	I
The tinder or the match	J
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To a flaming barn or farm	K
My fancies never roam	L
The fire I yearn to kindle and burn	M
Is on the hearth of Home	L
Where children huddle and crouch	N
Through dark long winter days	O
Where starving children huddle and crouch	N
To see the cheerful rays	O
A glowing on the haggard cheek	P
And not in the haggard's blaze	O
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To Him who sends a drought	Q
To parch the fields forlorn	R
The rain to flood the meadows with mud	S
The blight to blast the corn	R
To Him I leave to guide	T
The bolt in its crooked path	U
To strike the miser's rick and show	A
The skies blood red with wrath	U
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A spade a rake a hoe	A
A pickaxe or a bill	B
A hook to reap or a scythe to mow	A
A flail or what ye will	B
The corn to thrash or the hedge to plash	A
The market team to drive	V
Or mend the fence by the cover side	T
And leave the game alive	V
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Ay only give me work	W
And then you need not fear	X
That I shall snare his Worship's hare	Y
Or kill his Grace's deer	X
Break into his lordship's house	Z
To steal the plate so rich	A
Or leave the yeoman that had a purse	A2
To welter in a ditch	A
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Wherever Nature needs	B2
Wherever Labor calls	C2
No job I'll shirk of the hardest work	W
To shun the workhouse walls	C2
Where savage laws begrudge	D2
The pauper babe its breath	E2
And doom a wife to a widow's life	F2
Before her partner's death	E2
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My only claim is this	G2
With labor stiff and stark	H2
By lawful turn my living to earn	M
Between the light and dark	H2
My daily bread and nightly bed	I2
My bacon and drop of beer	X
But all from the hand that holds the land	C
And none from the overseer	J2
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No parish money or loaf	K2
No pauper badges for me	G
A son of the soil by right of toil	L2
Entitled to my fee	G
No alms I ask give me my task	M2
Here are the arm the leg	N2
The strength the sinews of a Man	O2
To work and not to beg	N2
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Still one of Adam's heirs	P2
Though doom'd by chance of birth	Q2
To dress so mean and to eat the lean	R2
Instead of the fat of the earth	Q2
To make such humble meals	S2
As honest labor can	O2
A bone and a crust with a grace to God	T2
And little thanks to man	O2
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A spade a rake a hoe	A
A pickaxe or a bill	B
A hook to reap or a scythe to mow	A
A flail or what ye will	B
Whatever the tool to ply	U2
Here is a willing drudge	D2
With muscle and limb and woe to him	V2
Who does their pay begrudge	D2
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Who every weekly score	W2
Docks labor's little mite	X2
Bestows on the poor at the temple door	W2
But robb'd them over night	X2
The very shilling he hoped to save	Y2
As health and morals fail	Z2
Shall visit me in the new Bastille	B
The Spital or the Gaol	B

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