1
We work, work, work from dawn till dusk,
In the noisy factories.
We work, work, work to stay alive,
Between machines we squeeze.
We work, work, work from the age of five,
In the darkness of the mines.
We work, work, work we have no choice,
In cruel Victorian Times.

2
We dream of open spaces,
Where the sun will shine down on our worn out faces,
Where the sky is blue and there are warm embraces,
But we’re stuck in awful places

3
We work, work, work from dawn till dusk,
Cleaning chimneys cramped and black.
We work, work, work to stay alive,
There is no turning back.
We work, work, work from the age of five,
For a pittance every day.
We work, work, work we have no choice,
There is no time to play,
There is no time to play,
There is no time to play.

© A M Dilkes 2013 primarysongs.co.uk