Steeleye Span - Hard Times of Old England lyrics
[Steeleye Span - Hard Times of Old England lyrics]
Come all brother tradesmen that travel along
O pray
Come and tell me where the trade is all gone
Long time have I traveled and
I cannot find none
And sing, O 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 sing, O the hard times of Old England
In Old England, very hard times
You must go to the shop and
You'll ask for a job
They'll answer you there with a
Shake and a nod
Well, that's enough to make a
Man turn out and rob
And sing, O the hard times of Old England
In Old England, very hard times
You will see the poor
Tradesmen a-walkin' the street
From morning to night for employment to seek
And scarce have they got any
Shoes to their feet
And sing, O the hard times of Old England
In Old England, very hard times
Our soldiers and sailors have
Just come from war
They been fighting for Queen
And country this year
They come home to be starved
Better stayed where they were
And sing, O the hard times of Old England
In Old England, very hard times
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 sing, O the good times of Old England
In Old England, jolly good times
O pray
Come and tell me where the trade is all gone
Long time have I traveled and
I cannot find none
And sing, O 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 sing, O the hard times of Old England
In Old England, very hard times
You must go to the shop and
You'll ask for a job
They'll answer you there with a
Shake and a nod
Well, that's enough to make a
Man turn out and rob
And sing, O the hard times of Old England
In Old England, very hard times
You will see the poor
Tradesmen a-walkin' the street
From morning to night for employment to seek
And scarce have they got any
Shoes to their feet
And sing, O the hard times of Old England
In Old England, very hard times
Our soldiers and sailors have
Just come from war
They been fighting for Queen
And country this year
They come home to be starved
Better stayed where they were
And sing, O the hard times of Old England
In Old England, very hard times
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 sing, O the good times of Old England
In Old England, jolly good times