The Working Song                                                                                                   
Oh, we're sich to death of the style of song
That's only a sort of a simpering song,
A kissy song and a sissy song
Or a weepy, creepy, whimpering song.
So give us the lift of a lusty song.
A boisterous, bubbling, boiling song,
Or a smashing song and a dashing song,
Oh, give us the tang of a toiling song.
The chanty loud of the working crowd,
The thunderous thrall of a toiling song!

Ay sing us a joyous, daring song,
Not a moaning, groaning, fretting song,
But a ringing song, and a swinging song,
Arigorous, vigorous, sweating song,
We have had enough of the gypsy song.
Which is only a lazy, shirking song,
So toughen your throat to a rougher note
And give us the tune of a working song,
A tune of strife and the joy of life,
The beat and throb of a working song!



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