We Poor Labouring Men - Steeleye Span

Oh, some do say the farmer’s best

But I must needs say no

If it weren’t for we poor laboring 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 laboring men

Oh, some do say the baker’s best

But I must needs say no

If it weren’t for we poor laboring 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 laboring men

Oh, some do say the butcher’s best

But I must needs say no

If it weren’t for we poor laboring 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 laboring men

There’s never a trade in old England

Like we poor laboring 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 times will come again

There’s never a trade in old England

Like we poor laboring men

And when these cruel days are gone

There’s never a trade in old England

Like we poor laboring men

Like we poor laboring men

And when these cruel days are gone

Good times will come again

Good times will come again

There’s never a trade in old England

There’s never a trade in old England