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WORKHOUSE MAN
by
Alfred Henry West
Performed by Albert Chevalier
There's a refuge for all as is broke to the world,
Where one looks like another perhaps at first sight,
Where the dresses ain't smart, an' the hair isn't curled,
Where the heart's mostly heavy, an' diet is light.
It's the workhouse I mean, as me an' the wife
'Ad to face in old age, but she sez to me, "Joe,
We're seeking a shelter from sorrow and strife,
An' we mustn't forget, it's together we go."
They're kind as they can be to paupers like us,
So long as we makes neither bother nor fuss;
We don't put on flesh, 'tain't good form to grow fat,
But we do see each other! There's something in that.
When you're used to the life, 'tain't a bad sort of life,
If you look at it just as a bit of a change,
For there's lodging and food for yourself an' the wife,
Tho' when nearin' the end to be parted seems strange.
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