Текст песни The Hard Times of Old England - Vennaskond

The Hard Times of Old England

Come all brother tradesmen who travel along,\nI pray, come and tell me where the trade is all gone;\nLong time have I travelled, and I cannot find none.\nAnd it’s oh, the hard times of old England In old England very hard times!\nProvisions you buy at the shop, it is true,\nBut if you’ve no money, there’s none there for you;\nSo what is a poor man, and his family to do?\nAnd it’s oh, the hard times of old England In old England very hard times!\nYou will go to the shop where you’ll ask for a job,\nThey’ll answer you there with a shake and a nod;\nWell, that is enough to make a man turn and rob!\nAnd it’s oh, the hard times of old England In old England very hard times!\nYou will see the poor tradesmen a-walking the streets,\nFrom morning to night their employment to seek;\nAnd scarce do they have any shoes on their feet.\nAnd it’s oh, the hard times of old England In old England very hard times!\nOur soldiers and sailors have just come from war,\nAnd fighting for Queen and for Country this year;\nCome home to be starved, should have stayed where they were.\nAnd it’s oh, the hard times of old England In old England very hard times!\nAnd now to conclude and to finish my song,\nLet us hope that these hard times, they will not last long;\nI hope soon to have occasion to alter my song.\nAnd sing: Oh, the good times of old England In old England, jolly good times!