Songs and Lyrics By Joseph Skipsey. Collected and Revised |
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“Get up!” |
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“Get up!”
“Get up!” the caller calls, “Get up!”
And in the dead of night,
To win the bairns their bite and sup,
I rise a weary wight.
And in the dead of night,
To win the bairns their bite and sup,
I rise a weary wight.
My flannel dudden donn'd, thrice o'er
My birds are kiss'd, and then
I with a whistle shut the door,
I may not ope again.
My birds are kiss'd, and then
I with a whistle shut the door,
I may not ope again.
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