Workman
At my work in many places,
Different dresses have I worn;
Now my eye with anguish raises,
When it knows, that priceless gore
Has been. is and will be spilled
On the alien shore.
To Thee, Britain, I will answer,
Since Thy cause is just and right:
Work unceasing, time unbounded
Shall aid Thy conquering fight,
Fight for freedom, fight for honor,
Bursts forth from Thy lips;
Blocked by home-ties, yet more fonder
Work for Thee'll not lose its grip.
Ever stronger, working longer,
Take it might and main
Until lost is battle's pain.
At my work in many places,
Different dresses have I worn;
Now my eye with anguish raises,
When it knows, that priceless gore
Has been. is and will be spilled
On the alien shore.
To Thee, Britain, I will answer,
Since Thy cause is just and right:
Work unceasing, time unbounded
Shall aid Thy conquering fight,
Fight for freedom, fight for honor,
Bursts forth from Thy lips;
Blocked by home-ties, yet more fonder
Work for Thee'll not lose its grip.
Ever stronger, working longer,
Take it might and main
Until lost is battle's pain.
Woman:
My eyes are dry to-day,
My soldier boy's away:
To answer Thee. my Britain, when Thou call'st,
My eyes are dry to-day,
My soldier boy's away:
To answer Thee. my Britain, when Thou call'st,
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