^AIn a hovel now I sit, thinking o^Df the days gone ^Aby, When I owned my farm, my house and my ^Ehome But the^A mortgage on my land 'took it a^Dll for its dema^And, And I sit and wonder wh^Eere I now can ro^Aam.

^AWork, work, work, the livelong day, ^EToil on from mor^Aning until nig^Eht And I ^Atry to cheer my wife ^Ain the mi^Ddst of all the st^Arife But I f^Dalter though I tr^Ey with all my mi^Aght.

^AIn the front ranks we will stand and will ra^Dise a warning ha^And, To the ones who robbed us of our her^Eitage And th^Aey best heed our demands, and ret^Durn to us our la^Ands Or we'll vote them down a h^Eundred thousand mo^Are..

^AWork, work, work, the livelong day, ^EToil on from mor^Aning until nig^Eht And I ^Atry to cheer my wife ^Ain the mi^Ddst of all the st^Arife But I f^Dalter though I tr^Ey with all my mi^Aght.

^AWe are waiting for the day we can ^Djoin in Freedom'^As fray, And will help to fight the revolution ^Eo'er. So we'll t^Ahrow dull care away with our p^Door hearts almost ^Agay When we think of having la^End and home once mo^Are,

^AWork, work, work, the livelong day, ^EToil on from mor^Aning until nig^Eht And I ^Atry to cheer my wife ^Ain the mi^Ddst of all the st^Arife But I f^Dalter though I tr^Ey with all my mi^Aght.