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Title
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Labouring man
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Singer
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Unknown
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
You Englishmen of each degree,
A moment listen unto me.
To please you all I do intend,
With these few lines I'm going to pen.
From day to day you all may see,
The poor are frowned on by degree.
By them, you know, who never can,
Do without the labouring man.
Chorus
Now let England do the best she can,
She can't do without the labouring man.
Old England always leads the van,
But never without the labouring man.
Verse 2
In former days you all do know,
A poor man cheerful used to go.
Neat and clean upon my life,
With his children and his wife.
And for his labour it was said,
A fair day's wages he was paid.
Chorus
Verse 3
When Bonaparte and Nelson too,
And Wellington at Waterloo.
Were fighting both by land and sea,
The poor man gained the victory.
Their hearts were cast in honour's mould,
The soldiers and sailors bold.
Chorus
Verse 4
Now, if wars do rise again,
And England be in want of men.
They'll have to search the country round,
To find the lads that plough the ground.
Who harrow the ground and till the wheat,
And every danger boldly meet.
Chorus
