作词 : Traditional
 作曲 : Traditional
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,
Poverty, poverty knock,
Poverty, poverty knock...