Hard Times from From Here by Stick In The Wheel

Come all of you tradesmen that travel alone
Prey will you tell me where the work has all gone
Long time I been travelling and I cannot find none

Chorus (after each verse):
And it’s, oh the hard times of old England
In old England very hard times

Provisions you buy at the shops, it is true
But if you've no money, there's none there for you
So what are poor men and their families to do

If you go to the shop and you ask for a job
They answer you back with a shake and nod
Ain't that enough to make someone turn out and rob

You’ll see the poor tradesmen out walking the street
From morning till night for employment to seek
And scarcely they’ve got any shoes to their feet

Our soldiers and sailors have just come from war
They're fighting for Queen and for country once more
Home to be starved, better stayed where they were

And now to conclude and to finish my song
I’m hoping these hard times will not be here long
And soon I'll have occasion to alter my song

Final Chorus:
Singing, Oh the good times of old England
In old England very good times

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