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Prospect, Providence

アーティスト:Brian Peters  アルバム:Gritstone Serenade 

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Fifty years, man and boy, have I worked the mill, though I never could stand the place But I got to the top by my own bootstraps, not 'cause they liked my face And I made a good life for my child and wife, I'd respect from my fellow men But the gaffer's giving me the gold watch next week and he'll never see me again Prospect, Providence, Perseverance, Albert, Valley, and Crank I passed my time in the dust and grime, with never a word of thanks Oh, the wages were low and the hours were long, and the gaffers was hard, lads, hard But the last time's coming, thank God, coming soon, when I'll walk up the damned mill yard There'll be no more sweating on a seek-oil dam through the heat of a summer's day There'll be no more choking on the rag oil dust, there'll be no more fratching for pay There'll be no more trying to mend a clapped-out loom, where the noise makes you climb the walls There'll be no more measuring the gaffer's boot by the seat of your overalls Prospect, Providence, Perseverance, Albert, Valley, and Crank I passed my time in the dust and grime, with never a word of thanks Oh, the wages were low and the hours were long, and the gaffers was hard, lads, hard But the last time's coming, thank God, coming soon, when I'll walk up the damned mill yard There'll be no more bawling of a weaver out when a piece makes the menders grieve "Oh, my shuttles were all cracked so I'd too many traps, and the weft's not fit to weave" Then the spinner finds fault with the willyer's blend, who says that his rags were too cheap And the blame gets passed right down the line, till the gaffer goes and kicks the sheep Prospect, Providence, Perseverance, Albert, Valley,


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