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An Anonymous Worker

"Four Pence a Day" (karaoke)

"Four Pence a Day" (sheet music)


The ore is waiting in the tubs;

The snow’s upon the fell;

Canny folks are sleeping yet,

But lead is reet to sell.

Come, my little washer lad;

Come, let’s away:

We’re bound down to slavery

For four pence a day.

 

It’s early in the morning;

We rise at five o’clock;

The little slaves come to the door

To knock, knock, knock.

Come, my little washer lad;

Come, let’s away:

It’s very hard to work

For four pence a day.

 

My father was a miner

And lived down in the town;

‘Twas hard work and poverty

That always kept him down.

He aimed for me to go to school,

But brass he couldn’t pay,

So I went to the washing rake

For four pence a day.

 

Four pence a day, my lad,

And very hard to work,

And never a pleasant look

From a gruffy-looking Turk.

His conscience, it may fail,

And his heart, it may give way.

Then, he’ll raise us our wages

To nine pence a day.


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