Seam, and gusset, and band, "Oh, Men, with Sisters dear! Oh, men, with Mothers and Wives! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives! In poverty, hunger and dirt, "But why do I talk of Death? Oh, God! that bread should be so dear, "Work-work-work! My labour never flags; And what are its wages? A bed of straw, A crust of bread-and rags. That shatter'd roof-and this naked floor A table-a broken chair And a wall so blank, my shadow I thank For sometimes falling there! "Work-work-work! From weary chime to chime, As prisoners work for crime! |