Poverty Knock (Trad)/Pennies from Heaven written by Alan.s.Robinson
Poverty poverty knock, my loom is a saying all day
Poverty poverty knock, gaffer's too skin flint 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.
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
Poverty poverty knock, my loom is a saying all day
Poverty poverty knock, gaffer's too skin flint 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
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 brass he will cling
Sometimes a shuttle flies out gives some poor woman a clout
There she lies bleeding but nobody's heeding
Who's going to carry her out?
Poverty poverty knock, my loom is a saying all day
Poverty poverty knock, gaffer's too skin flint 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
We've got to wet our own yarn,
By dipping it into the tarn.
It's wet and it’s soggy and makes us feel groggy,
There's mice in that dirty old barn.
Oh dear my poor head it rings I should have woven three strings
My threads are breaking and my back is aching
Oh god how I wish I had wings
Poverty poverty knock, my loom is a saying all day
Poverty poverty knock, gaffer's too skin flint 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
Poverty, poverty, poverty
Would pennies from heaven rain down on me
Comfort my children, bring joy to my wife
Help me escape from this miserable life
And my poverty, poverty, poverty
I wish I could steal like your Robin Hood
The devil can have my soul fro you know that I would
A man has no pride and no dignity
When his children lay down in bed hungry
Do they dream about chateaus up there in the sky
With feast laid on plateaus piled three course high
Dream to one day rich than I and this
Poverty, poverty, poverty
Would pennies from heaven rain down on me
Comfort my children, bring joy to my wife
Help me escape from this miserable life
And this poverty, poverty, poverty
I would go cap in hand for some charity
But there’s nothing for me or my family
All that I have in this would is my own
And all that I have is bad luck and bad loans
I can't pay my debts and I can’t pay my way
There’ll be no jam tomorrow like there’s no bread today
There’ll be suffering and sorrow with which we must cope
Shame and indignity with no sign of hope, just
Poverty, poverty, poverty
Would pennies from heaven rain down on me
Comfort my children, bring joy to my wife
Help me escape from this miserable life
And this poverty, poverty, poverty
If I had a home and a job with fair wage
Four factory walls were a well welcomed cage
The weight of an industry crushing my spirit
For the pound in my pocket I’d surely endure it
I’d dream about Friday night and trips to the seaside
Taking the kids on the fun fairs fast rides
I’d buy the wife presents and put money aside
So that when we get old well then we can survive
Without
Poverty, poverty, poverty
Would pennies from heaven rain down on me
Comfort my children, bring joy to my wife
Help me escape from this miserable life
And this poverty, poverty, poverty
Would pennies from heaven rain down on me
Comfort my children, bring joy to my wife
Help me escape from this miserable life
And this poverty, poverty, poverty
poverty, poverty, poverty
