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The Song of the Shirt	A
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With fingers weary and worn	B
With eyelids heavy and red	C
A woman sat in unwomanly rags	D
Plying her needle and thread	C
Stitch stitch stitch	E
In poverty hunger and dirt	A
And still with a voice of dolorous pitch	E
She sang the Song of the Shirt	A
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Work work work	F
While the cock is crowing aloof	G
And work work work	F
Till the stars shine through the roof	G
It's Oh to be a slave	H
Along with the barbarous Turk	F
Where woman has never a soul to save	H
If this is Christian work	F
	-
Work work work	F
Till the brain begins to swim	I
Work work work	F
Till the eyes are heavy and dim	I
Seam and gusset and band	J
Band and gusset and seam	K
Till over the buttons I fall asleep	L
And sew them on in a dream	K
	-
Oh Men with Sisters dear	M
Oh Men with Mothers and Wives	N
It is not linen you're wearing out	O
But human creatures' lives	P
Stitch stitch stitch	E
In poverty hunger and dirt	A
Sewing at once with a double thread	C
A Shroud as well as a Shirt	A
	-
But why do I talk of Death	Q
That Phantom of grisly bone	R
I hardly fear its terrible shape	S
It seems so like my own	R
It seems so like my own	R
Because of the fasts I keep	L
Oh God that bread should be so dear	M
And flesh and blood so cheap	L
	-
Work work work	F
My Labour never flags	D
And what are its wages A bed of straw	T
A crust of bread and rags	D
That shatter'd roof and this naked floor	U
A table a broken chair	V
And a wall so blank my shadow I thank	W
For sometimes falling there	V
	-
Work work work	F
From weary chime to chime	X
Work work work	F
As prisoners work for crime	X
Band and gusset and seam	K
Seam and gusset and band	J
Till the heart is sick and the brain benumb'd	J
As well as the weary hand	J
	-
Work work work	F
In the dull December light	J
And work work work	F
When the weather is warm and bright	J
While underneath the eaves	Y
The brooding swallows cling	Z
As if to show me their sunny backs	A2
And twit me with the spring	Z
	-
Oh but to breathe the breath	Q
Of the cowslip and primrose sweet	J
With the sky above my head	J
And the grass beneath my feet	J
For only one short hour	B2
To feel as I used to feel	C2
Before I knew the woes of want	J
And the walk that costs a meal	C2
	-
Oh but for one short hour	B2
A respite however brief	D2
No blessed leisure for Love or Hope	E2
But only time for Grief	D2
A little weeping would ease my heart	J
But in their briny bed	J
My tears must stop for every drop	F2
Hinders needle and thread	J
	-
With fingers weary and worn	B
With eyelids heavy and red	J
A woman sat in unwomanly rags	D
Plying her needle and thread	J
Stitch stitch stitch	E
In poverty hunger and dirt	J
And still with a voice of dolorous pitch	E
Would that its tone could reach the Rich	E
She sang this Song of the Shirt	J

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