{"id":24976,"date":"2023-07-28T18:30:37","date_gmt":"2023-07-28T22:30:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/alanskeoch.ca\/?p=24976"},"modified":"2023-07-28T18:32:33","modified_gmt":"2023-07-28T22:32:33","slug":"live-from-the-field-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/alanskeoch.ca\/?p=24976","title":{"rendered":"Live From The Field"},"content":{"rendered":"
EPISODE    863  song of the shirt  SONG OF THE SHIRT   BY THOMAS HOOD<\/p>\n

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Thomas Hood<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n
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With fingers weary and worn,     With eyelids heavy and red,  A woman sat in unwomanly rags,     Plying her needle and thread\u2014        Stitch! stitch! stitch!  In poverty, hunger, and dirt,     And still with a voice of dolorous pitch  She sang the \u201cSong of the Shirt.\u201d       \u201cWork! work! work!  While the cock is crowing aloof!                  And work\u2014work\u2014work,  Till the stars shine through the roof!  It\u2019s O! to be a slave     Along with the barbarous Turk,  Where woman has never a soul to save,     If this is Christian work!       \u201cWork\u2014work\u2014work,  Till the brain begins to swim;     Work\u2014work\u2014work,  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!       \u201cO, men, with sisters dear!     O, men, with mothers and wives!  It is not linen you\u2019re wearing out,      But human creatures\u2019 lives!        Stitch\u2014stitch\u2014stitch,     In poverty, hunger and dirt,        Sewing at once, with a double thread,     A Shroud as well as a Shirt.       \u201cBut why do I talk of death?     That phantom of grisly bone,  I hardly fear his terrible shape,     It seems so like my own\u2014  It seems so like my own,      Because of the fasts I keep;  Oh, God! that bread should be so dear.     And flesh and blood so cheap!                     \u201cWork\u2014work\u2014work!     My labour never flags;  And what are its wages? A bed of straw,     A crust of bread\u2014and rags.  That shattered roof\u2014this naked floor\u2014     A table\u2014a broken chair\u2014  And a wall so blank, my shadow I thank     For sometimes falling there!       \u201cWork\u2014work\u2014work!     From weary chime to chime,     Work\u2014work\u2014work,     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.       \u201cWork\u2014work\u2014work,  In the dull December light,     And work\u2014work\u2014work,  When the weather is warm and bright\u2014           While underneath the eaves     The brooding swallows cling  As if to show me their sunny backs     And twit me with the spring.       \u201cO! but to breathe the breath  Of the cowslip and primrose sweet\u2014     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!       \u201cO! 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!\u201d    With fingers weary and worn,     With eyelids heavy and red,  A woman sat in unwomanly rags,     Plying her needle and thread\u2014        Stitch! stitch! stitch!     In poverty, hunger, and dirt,  And still with a voice of dolorous pitch,\u2014  Would that its tone could reach the Rich!\u2014     She sang this \u201cSong of the Shirt!\u201d<\/pre>\n<\/div>\n
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EPISODE    863  song of the shirt  SONG OF THE SHIRT   BY THOMAS HOOD Thomas Hood 1799 \u2013  1845 With fingers weary and worn,    With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags,    Plying her needle and thread\u2014       Stitch! stitch! stitch! In poverty, hunger, and dirt,    And still with a voice of […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-24976","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/alanskeoch.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24976","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/alanskeoch.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/alanskeoch.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alanskeoch.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alanskeoch.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=24976"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/alanskeoch.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24976\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/alanskeoch.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=24976"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alanskeoch.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=24976"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alanskeoch.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=24976"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}