oh, some do say the farmer's best,
but i must needs say no.
if it weren't for we poor labouring men,
what would the farmers do?
they'd beat out all of their old stuff,
until some new come in.
there's never a trade in old england,
like we poor labouring men.

oh, some do say the butcher's best,
but i must needs say no.
if it weren't for we poor labouring men,
what would the butchers do?
they'd beat out all their old stuff,
until some new come in.
there's never a trade in old england,
like we poor labouring men.

oh, some do say the baker's best,
but i must needs say no.
if it weren't for we poor labouring men,
what would the bakers do?
they'd beat out all their old stuff,
until some new come in.
there's never a trade in old england,
like we poor labouring men.

let every true born englishman,
lift up his flowing glass.
and toast each honest working man,
likewise his bonny lass.
and when these cruel days are gone,
good days will come again.
there's never a trade in old england,
like we poor labouring men

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