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Oh the working man as you can see |
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That is what he was born to be |
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Married to the working wife |
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That is what she'll be all her life |
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Never lived beyond their means |
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Nor sought assistance from their friends |
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Yet day and night through thick and thin |
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They work life out just to keep life in |
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No matter friends whate'er befall |
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The poor folk they must work or fall |
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Through frost and snow through sleet and wind |
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They work life out just to keep life in |
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Do you see the women how make the gowns |
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For those in other parts of town |
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It's a picture sorrowful to see |
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And I'm sure with me you will agree |
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Meagre is our daily pay |
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To feed and clad a family with |
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She's overworked she's tired and thin |
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She works life out just to keep life in |
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No matter friends whate'er befall |
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The poor folk they must work or fall |
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Through frost and snow through sleet and wind |
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They work life out just to keep life in |
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Oh mischief mine where do you roam |
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When reason called you weren't at home |
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If you take cheese from off the rat |
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Is he then free to hunt the cat |
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If free from union's free from dues |
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Are you free from choice or free to choose |
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Or free as any birds blown by the wind |
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To work life out just to keep life in |
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No matter friends whate'er befall |
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The poor folk they must work or fall |
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Through frost and snow through sleet and wind |
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They work life out just to keep life in |