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As I roved out one May morning, all in the blooming Spring I overheard a maid complain, and grievous she did sing How cruel were her parents, they did her so annoy And would not let her marry with her bonny labouring boy Now Johnny is her true love’s name, as you may plainly see Her parents, they employed him their labouring boy to be To plough the soil and reap and mow, all on her father’s land And she did fall in love with him, as you may understand They courted for some twelvemonth long, but little did she know That both her cruel parents did plan their overthrow They watched them close one evening, down by some shady grove And heard them pledge each other in the constant bands of love Her father he strode up to her and took her by the hand He vowed he’d send young Johnny unto some foreign land But boldly made she answer then, which did them so annoy ‘It’s single I shall always be, for my bonny labouring boy’ ‘His hair is like the raven’s wing, his eyes are black as jet His face it is the finest that ever I’ve seen yet He’s manly, neat and handsome, his cheeks are like the snow And in spite of both my parients, with Johnny I will go’
Laughed down by the putting green - I popped 'em in their holes. Four and twenty labourers were labouring - digging up their gold. I don't believe they knew that I was Long John Silver. Saw Johnny Scarecrow make his rounds in his jet-black 'mac (which he won't give back) - stole it from a snowman.
Laughed down by the putting green -- I popped `em in their holes. Four and twenty labourers were labouring -- digging up their gold. I don't believe they knew that I was Long John Silver. Saw Johnny Scarecrow make his rounds in his jet-black mac (which he won't give back) -- stole it from a snow man.
Another day is dropping westward, slipping away Sounds of machines, motors and men quieten out, less the dim Sundown, tally the pay The labouring man welcomes the grey Many of wife with a kiss at the door New lipstick, not worn before Sundown, turn over your wheel A plowboy whistling back from the field Many-a mother counts one day less Till someone returns A voice to repeat with a silent heart said I prayed for them receive daily bread Millions of hearts beat as one sound In loves perfection, together at sundown Mothers, shepherds, count the table around Thankful the lands are still in at sundown Sundown, desert sand Begin to cool the hot face of tanned Gave me this day, allowed me to live At every sundown thanks I give So listen and you will feel love universal Personal reel Just drift with the tide Released and unwound Love at sundown
Labouring, it's worth it Gotta keep on pushin' Gotta keep on scrathin' and hustlin' And strugglin' on Do it now 'cause' it ain't that long till' it's gone Ain't no time like the present to avoid a turn that's wrong Remember: it ain't a sprint, it's a marathon Our ancestor's shoulders we stand upon That's how you know, in your soul, your self-control, you're own strong Don't get used like a pawn This is the dawn of a new era Come, we can chant down Babylon one more time But it's gonna take some time And a revolutionary adjustment of the mind, body and soul, spirit in kind Indeed children of God, seeing life as a continuous process of living and learning and longing and losing with loving and laughing and fillin' the gaps in between Sure is somethin', isn't it?
Oh, oh, the horror of work Cold winter mornings I'd shirk Always later to lurk Under blanket and sheet No, I'm not labouring stock Sold to some fact'ry or dock It's enough of a shock To be up on my feet NO I'M NEVER MY BEST IN THE MORNING IN THE MORNING, I'M NOT NICE IF YOU SEE ME ALL SCOWLING AND YAWNING KEEP AWAY, IS MY ADVICE!
Let’s say NO to Child Labour, NO, NO, NO to Child Labour Never again to Child Labour Never again to Child Labour Let’s STOP exploiting and labouring children Let’s say NO to Child Labour, NO, NO, NO to Child Labour Never again to Child Labour Never again to Child Labour Let’s STOP exploiting and labouring children Let’s say NO to Child Labour, NO, NO, NO to Child Labour Never again to Child Labour Never again to Child Labour Let’s STOP exploiting and labouring children Let’s say NO to Child Labour, NO, NO, NO to Child Labour Never again to Child Labour Never again to Child Labour Let’s STOP exploiting and labouring children
You wake up before the sun along on the island fun Not trying to hurt, or pain or invert, anymore Crying of her staying Whisper yells, doors slamming Of what about, of what about Your days are all manual labouring Coasts, smokes, and fork walks Trying not to look back anymore Sighing of her asking for more Stay and have what is remaining Another gal is eyeing With a similar stride of climbing Past all the sideline waiting Swaying with anticipating Whisper yells, doors slamming Of what about, of what about Your days are all manual labouring Coasts, smokes, and fork walks Trying not to take back anymore
You can watch me as I slip You can watch me as I slide But the rhythm of my heart makes me want to hide How can the labouring man find time for self-culture?
A great hunger came o'er the land Not a devil or witch had a hand in this deed Of this I assure you now But the cuckoo of men this crippling foe Though it's little that you might have He's exploited the work Of the labouring man And while his belly expands A great hunger came o'er the land
Come unto Me All ye labouring I shall give you rest Said the Lord Come unto Me All ye labouring I shall give you rest Said the Lord Come unto Him He will change your life Open up your heart Receive your blessing Come unto Him He will change your life Open up your heart Receive your blessing Come unto Him (Come unto Him, come unto Him) Come unto Him (Change your life, He'll change your life) Come unto Him (And open up your heart) Come unto Him (Receive your blessing) Come unto Him (Come unto Him, come unto Him) Come unto Him (Change your life, He'll change your life) Come unto Him (And open up your heart) Come unto Him (Receive your blessing)
You can watch me as I slip You can watch me as I slide But the rhythm of my heart makes me want to hide How can the labouring man find time for self-culture?
Kill the fucking lights in here Come and kill your brights in here I wait with patience kill that hard shit You fuckers ain't gonna want shit Waking up I'm savouring My body hurts it's weathering I leave the house I'm labouring My flavouring's unwavering My eyes are twitching Car keys missing Unsurprised My plants have died My nose pours red Impending dread And yet I find Love for mankind Spite just turns to jealousy My mind's imbalanced chemically To sleep by hate, a fate awaits Your amnesty's complacency Douse your face in toxic waste Wash your ugly sins with haste Your jaws unhinged Exploding fringe You felt so unhinged So you just binged Waking up I'm savouring My body hurts it's weathering I leave the house I'm labouring My flavouring's unwavering My eyes are twitching Car keys missing Unsurprised My plants have died My nose pours red Impending dread And yet I find Love for mankind Spite just turns to jealousy My mind's imbalanced chemically To sleep by hate, a fate awaits Your amnesty's complacency Douse your face in toxic waste Wash your ugly sins with haste Your jaws unhinged Exploding fringe You felt so unhinged So you just binged Waking up I'm savouring My body hurts it's weathering I leave the house I'm labouring My flavouring's unwavering My eyes are twitching Car keys missing Unsurprised My plants have died My nose pours red Impending dread And yet I find Love for mankind Spite just turns to jealousy My mind's imbalanced chemically To sleep by hate, a fate awaits Your amnesty's complacency Douse your face in toxic waste Wash your ugly sins with haste Your jaws unhinged Exploding fringe You felt so unhinged So you just binged
Then in comes the scytheman that meadow to mow down, With his old leathered bottle and the ale that runs so brown. There's many a stout and labouring man comes here his skill to try. He works, he mows, he sweats and blows and the grass cuts very dry .
Defying The Laws F major Tone : Great Ambience : Correct Hook : G A Bb Chorus : C Verse 1 Defying The Laws is not easy You've got to have discipline Like a car that's greasy But not burnt Labouring is labouring And defying is defying I want to make that my main thing I don't want to be lying Going too far could have bad results Going further would see that you soar You could gain wealth Or a tour Hook: Defying the Laws Chorus: Beyond Verse 2 The Lord defies the laws with miracles You've got to be like a shooting star That twinkles And goes for par We need to have caution When doing so It is important That this you show This could also be daunting Like a circuit You could short with it You should have good wit Hook: Defying the Laws Chorus: Beyond Verse 3 Dear Lord Show me how to defy laws Like a sword Cutting cords Never breaking the law Or committing a crime You need be this side of the door Not doing time Defying could be done happily Granting oohs and aahs Not tampering Like a cast Hook: Defying the Laws Chorus: Beyond
He tells of the Perfect Beauty O cloud-pale eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes,The poets labouring all their daysTo build a perfect beauty in rhymeAre overthrown by a woman's gazeAnd by the unlabouring brood of the skies:And therefore my heart will bow, when dewIs dropping sleep, until God burn time,Before the unlabouring stars and you.
Just now my listening ears Are struck with the repeated sound Of labouring oars, and it appears, By growing strong, they're this way bound. See, see, it is the royal barge, Oh, how she does my eyes delight, Let bells ring, and great guns discharge, Whilst numerous bonfires banish night.
Made to fit a shape One not of my design Tearing as they push Broken by the mould Riot Raise up shattered arms Feeble as I am My voice will be heard Somehow Only words All I have Riot Raise up shattered arms Feeble as I am My voice will be heard I'm still alive Respect me Years spent toiling Labouring for a moment in The sun glistening and Proud Broken Out of The mould at last Alive
A thousand hearts are labouring for the good Of poor mankind ill-civilized and chill A thousand minds are making war to ill With thought or feeling ponderate or rude And I alone, as if not understood By me the suffering that the sense doth fill, Am sunk in an abeyance deep of will In a wild, crazy somnolence of mood Thus show I mute and cold to misery Yet not suspected thoughts like dim clouds float, The presages of horrors, in my mind Thus am I miserable and my soul in me, A skilful helmsman in a helmless boat, Is like one loving beauty yet born blind A skilful helmsman in a helmless boat, Is like one loving beauty yet born blind
Machines constantly Pounding in my ears I can't get no sleep Day in Six days a week I'm a broken man There's no end to this The fields calling me Farm labouring I think it must be Down a track to the local farm Please sign me up Before it goes wrong Machines they're thrashing But it's not the same as where I have been Shifting corn from the chaff The birds fly by I hope it will last I read in the news We're off to war And I cannot choose The machines Exploding I'll die somewhere Remember me
A girl arose that had red mournful lips And seemed the greatness of the world in tears, Doomed like Odysseus and the labouring ships And proud as Priam murdered with his peers; Arose, and on the instant clamorous eaves, A climbing moon upon an empty sky, And all that lamentation of the leaves, Could but compose man's image and his cry.
For these red lips, with all their mournful pride,Mournful that no new wonder may betide,Troy passed away in one high funeral gleam,And Usna's children died. We and the labouring world are passing by:Amid men's souls, that waver and give placeLike the pale waters in their wintry race,Under the passing stars, foam of the sky,Lives on this lonely face.
Someone hurt my feelings, so I wrote a letter Might be verbiage, but it makes me feel better Since the Church died, I live by a different light And exist as a champion of all our rights And everything I read is about me How'd you know you're human if you're not outraged? Seems a lot of labouring for not much pay But pray tell quick what cause I care about today And we can all pretend that now's the time for change And everything I read is about me Everything I read is about me
We’re sailin’ out in foggy, dewy weahter Pillagin’ the Westcoasts Singin’ out the „turalurao” But labouring on wicked, old sea Was always making us row Tired of the „turalurao” Hunger and no capture From plague we’re no more raptured You didn’t really treat us well So much different stories But we came for gold and glories Now we will send you back to hell You traitors, the captain’s dead, hail!
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