We Poor Labouring Men Songtext
von Steeleye Span

Some do say the farmer′s best
But I must need say, no
If it weren't for we poor labouring men
What would the farmers do?
They′d beat out all their old stuff
Until some new come in

There's never a trade in all England
Like we poor labouring men

Some do say the baker's best
But I must need 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 all England
Like we poor labouring men


Some do say the butcher′s best
But I must need 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 all England
Like we poor labouring men

There′s never a trade in all England
Like we poor labouring men

Let every true born Englishman
Lift up his flowing glass
And toast each honest working man
Likewise his bonnie lass
And when these cruel days are gone
Good times will come again

There's never a trade in all England
Like we poor labouring men
(When these cruel days are gone)
There's never a trade in all England
Like we poor labouring men
Like we poor labouring men


(And when these cruel days are gone)
(Good times will come again)
(Good times will come again)
(There′s never a trade in all England)
(There′s never a trade in all England)