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Come all brother tradesment that travel alongO pray, come and tell me where the trade is all goneLong time have I travelled, and I cannot find noneChorusAnd sing all the hard times of old EnglandIn old England, very hard timesProvisions you buy at the shop, it is trueBut if you've no money, there's none there for youSo what's a poor man and his family to do?ChorusYou must go to the shop and you'll ask for a jobThey'll answer you there with a shake and a nodAnd that's enough to make a man turn out and robChorusYou will see the poor tradesmen a-walkin's the streetFrom morning to night for employment to seekAnd scarce have they got any shoes to their feetChorusOur soldiers and sailors have just come from warBeen fighting for Queen and country this yearCome home to be starved, better stayed where they wereChorusAnd now to conclude and to finish my songLet us hope that these hard times will not last longI hope soon to have occasion to alter my song, and singOh, the good times of old EnglandIn old England, jolly good times!