Lyrics:
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Come all you tradesmen that travel alone,
Come and tell me where the trade has all gone.
Long time I’ve travelled and cannot find none
And it’s O, the hard times of Old England,
In Old England very hard times.
Provisions you buy in the shop it is true,
But if you’ve no money there’s none left for you.
So what’s a poor man and his family to do?
And it’s O, the hard times of Old England
In Old England very hard times.
If you go to a shop and you ask for a job,
They’ll answer you there with a shake and a nod.
Ain’t that enough to make a man rob?
And it’s O, the hard times of Old England
In Old England very hard times.
You’ll see the poor tradesmen a-walking the street,
From morning till night for employment to seek.
They’ve scarcely enough to buy shoes for their feet.
And it’s O, the hard times of Old England
In Old England very hard times.
Our soldiers and sailors have just come from war,
Been fighting for Queen and for country once more.
Come home to be starved, shoulda stayed where they were
And it’s O, the hard times of Old England
In Old England very hard times.
So now to conclude and to finish my song,
Let’s hope that these hard times will not last for long
And I’ll soon have chance for to alter my song
Singing, O the good times of Old England
In Old England very good times.
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