The Poetical Works of George Barlow In Ten [Eleven] Volumes |
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III. THE WORKMAN-KING
I'm only a working man, my boys,
I toil in the London smoke,
But when a holiday comes, my boys,
I cease to grind and choke.
The garden of England's mine, my boys,
Its valleys and woods and plains,
For the people rules the whole, my boys,
The people votes and reigns!
I toil in the London smoke,
But when a holiday comes, my boys,
I cease to grind and choke.
The garden of England's mine, my boys,
Its valleys and woods and plains,
For the people rules the whole, my boys,
The people votes and reigns!
The democrat rules the whole, my boys,
The forests of larch and oak;
We never need cough and sniff, my boys,
In the great towns' soot and smoke.
The heather-bud swells on the moors and fells
And the sea is blue and wide;
Do you know how sweet the country smells?
You never can tell till you've tried!
The forests of larch and oak;
We never need cough and sniff, my boys,
In the great towns' soot and smoke.
The heather-bud swells on the moors and fells
And the sea is blue and wide;
Do you know how sweet the country smells?
You never can tell till you've tried!
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A noble heritage this, my boys,
To possess and rule and sway!
Now the people votes and reigns, my boys,
We speak, and our lords obey.
The garden of England's ours, my boys,
But to rule ourselves remains,
For the man who governs and rules himself
Is ever the man who reigns—
The man who can govern and rule himself
Is ever the king who reigns!
To possess and rule and sway!
Now the people votes and reigns, my boys,
We speak, and our lords obey.
The garden of England's ours, my boys,
But to rule ourselves remains,
For the man who governs and rules himself
Is ever the man who reigns—
The man who can govern and rule himself
Is ever the king who reigns!
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