...! we are saved !' THE SONG OF THE SHIRT. Poetry by the late Thomas Hood.— Music by Henry BuMell. WITH fingers weary and worn. With eyelids heavy and...dirt ; And still, with a voice of dolorous pitch, She sang I he song of the shirt: — Work, work, work, While the cock is crowing aloof; And work, work,...

...sometimes falling there ! " and to similar dens where, as now, " With fingers weary and worn, \Vith eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread " All praise to him, too, for that companion piece, "The Bridge of Sighs," where he sees, in one of...

...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...with a voice of dolorous pitch — Would that its tone could reach the rich ! — She sung this " Song of the Shirt !" THE LADY'S DREAM. The lady lay...

...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...with a voice of dolorous pitch — Would that its tone could reach the Hich ! She sang this " Song of the Shirt ! " DEAR IS MY LITTLE NATIVE VALE. SAMOEL...

...now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy. THE SONG OF THE SHIRT. With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and...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 —...

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...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 sate in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread ! Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger,...

...mournful echo In the hearts of nme who read it, even among us. THE SONG OF THE SHIRT. BY THOMAS HOOD. WITH fingers weary and worn, 'With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rage, Plying her needle and thread — Stitch! stitch! stitch! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still...

...Grief ! A little weeping would ease my heart. Bat 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 sate in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread-— Stitch! stitch! stitch! In poverty, hunger,...

...to the very motion of the needle-woman's toil, and is the most articulate expression of her woe. " With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and...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 —...