Poverty Knock — текст песни (Chumbawamba)

(Chorus)
`Poverty poverty knock,` my loom is a saying all day
Poverty poverty knock, gaffer`s too skinny to pay
Poverty poverty knock, keeping one eye on the clock
I know I can guttle when I hear my shuttle go, `poverty poverty knock`
Up every morning at five, I wonder that we keep alive
Tired and yawning in the cold morning
It`s back to the dreary old drive.
(Repeat chorus)
Oh dear we`re going to be late
Gaffer is stood at the gate
We`re out of pockets, our wages they`ll dock it
We`ll have to buy grub on the slate
(Repeat chorus)
And when our wages they`ll bring, we`re often short of a string
While we are fighting with gaffer for snatching (?)
We know to his breast he will cling
(Repeat chorus)
Sometimes a shuttle flies out
and gives some poor woman a clout
There she lies bleeding but nobody`s heeding
Oh who`s going to carry her out?
(Repeat chorus)
Oh dear, my poor head it sings
I should have woven three strings
My threads are breaking and my back is aching
Oh dear, I wish I had wings
Poverty poverty knock
Poverty poverty knock
Poverty poverty knock