Come all brother tradesmen that travel along;
Oh, pray come and tell me where the trade is all gone
Long time I have travelled and cannot find none,
And it's,

Cho: Oh, the hard times of Old England,
In Old England very hard times

Provisions you buy at the shop, it is true,
But, if you've no money, there's none there for you
So, what's a poor man and his family to do?
And it's,

If you go to a shop and you ask for a job,
They will answer you there with a shake and a nod;
So, that's enough to make a man turn out and ro
And it's,
You will see the poor tradesman a-walking the street
From morning till night, for employment to seek,
And scarcely they've got any shoes to their feet
And it's,

Been fighting for their Queen and their country,
Our soldiers and sailors have just come from war; 'tis sure
Come home to be starved, better stayed where they were
And it's,

And now to conclude and to finish my song,
Let us hope that these hard times they will not last long;
I hope soon to have occasion to alter my song
And it's,

Recorded by the Copper Family
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