Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE SONG OF THE SHIRT, by THOMAS HOOD


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First Line: With fingers weary and worn
Last Line: "she sang this ""song of the shirt!"
Subject(s): Adversity; Freedom; Labor & Laborers; Religion; Social Protest; Liberty; Work; Workers; Theology


With fingers weary and worn,
With eyelids heavy and red,
A woman sat, in unwomanly rags,
Plying her needle and thread, --
Stitch! stitch! stitch!
In poverty, hunger, and dirt;
And still with a voice of dolorous pitch
She sang the "Song of the Shirt!"
"Work, work! work
While the cock is crowing aloof!
And work - work - work
Till the stars shine through the roof!
It's, O, to be a slave
Along with the barbarous Turk,
Where woman has never a soul to save,
If this is Christian work!
"Work -- work -- work
Till the brain begins to swim!
Work -- work -- work
Till the eyes are heavy and dim!
Seam, and gusset, and band,
Band, and gusset, and seam, --
Till over the buttons I fall asleep,
And sew them on in a dream!
"O men with sisters dear!
O men with mothers and wives!
It is no linen you're wearing out,
But human creatures' lives!
Stitch! stitch! stitch,
In poverty, hunger, and dirt, --
Sewing at once, with a double thread,
A shroud as well as a shirt!
"But why do I talk of death, --
That phantom of grisly bone?
I hardly fear his terrible shape,
It seems so like my own, --
It seems so like my own
Because of the fasts I keep;
O God! that bread should be so dear,
And flesh and blood so cheap!
"Work -- work -- work
My labor never flags;
And what are its wages? A bed of straw,
A crust of bread -- and rags,
That shattered roof -- and this naked floor --
A table -- a broken chair --
And a wall so blank my shadow I thank
For sometimes falling there!
"Work -- work -- work
From weary chime to chime!
Work -- work -- work
As prisoners work for crime
Band, and gusset, and seam,
Seam, and gusset, and band, --
Till the heart is sick and the brain benumbed,
As well as the weary hand.
"Work -- work -- work
In the dull December light!
And work -- work -- work --
When the weather is warm and bright!
While underneath the eaves
The brooding swallows cling,
As if to show me their sunny backs,
And twit me with the Spring.
"O, but to breathe the breath
Of the cowslip and primrose sweet, --
With the sky above my head,
And the grass beneath my feet!
For only one short hour
To feel as I used to feel,
Before I knew the woes of want
And the walk that costs a meal!
"O but for one short hour, --
A respite, however brief!
No blessed leisure for love or hope,
But only time for grief!
A little weeping would ease my heart;
But in their briny bed
My tears must stop, for every drop
Hinders needle and thread!"
With fingers weary and worn,
With eyelids heavy and red,
A woman sat, in unwomanly rags,
Plying her needle and thread, --
Stitch! stitch! stitch,
In poverty, hunger, and dirt;
And still with a voice of dolorous pitch --
Would that its tone could reach the rich! --
She sang this "Song of the Shirt!"




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