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Joseph Skipsey

Joseph Skipsey

Get Up!

“GET UP!” the caller calls, “Get up!”
     And in the dead of night,
To win the bairns their bite and sup,
     I rise a weary wight.
 
My flannel dudden donn’d, thrice o’er
     My birds are kiss’d, and then
I with a whistle shut the door
     I may not ope again.

#English #Victorians #XIXCentury

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