| Lyrics: | HARD TIMES OF OLD ENGLAND
Come all brother tradesmen that travel along;
Oh, pray
come and tell me where the trade is all gone.
Long time I have travelled and cannot find
none,
And it's,
Cho: Oh, the hard times of Old England,
In Old England
very hard times.
Provisions you buy at the shop, it is true,
But, if you've no
money, there's none there for you.
So, what's a poor man and his family to do?
And
it's,
If you go to a shop and you ask for a job,
They will answer you there with a
shake and a nod;
So, that's enough to make a man turn out and rob.
And it's,
You will
see the poor tradesman a-walking the street
From morning till night, for employment to
seek,
And scarcely they've got any shoes to their feet.
And it's,
Been fighting
for their Queen and their country,
Our soldiers and sailors have just come from war; 'tis
sure.
Come home to be starved, better stayed where they were.
And it's,
And now
to conclude and to finish my song,
Let us hope that these hard times they will not last
long;
I hope soon to have occasion to alter my song.
And it's,
Recorded by the
Copper Family
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