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did her so annoy And would not let her marry with her bonny labouring boy Now Johnny is her true love’s name, as you may plainly see Her parents, they
and we mix the dark passions How can the labouring man find time for self-culture? What shall we call our game? It needs a charming name "Industry
and we mix the dark passions How can the labouring man find time for self-culture? What shall we call our game? It needs a charming name "Industry
up I'm savouring My body hurts it's weathering I leave the house I'm labouring My flavouring's unwavering My eyes are twitching Car keys missing
the Spirit Biblical trained in living it Visions we steady getting Them, call me a messenger Harvest is plentiful I'm labouring so vigorous Was born for
Of what about, of what about Your days are all manual labouring Coasts, smokes, and fork walks Trying not to look back anymore Sighing of her asking for
bottom Want a Kingdom for my partners, mansion for my mama Labouring we still in bondage, told the fam i got em Grew up with the goons and goblins, now im
Come unto Me All ye labouring I shall give you rest Said the Lord Come unto Me All ye labouring I shall give you rest Said the Lord Come unto Him
discipline Like a car that's greasy But not burnt Labouring is labouring And defying is defying I want to make that my main thing I don't want to be lying
scribed Elucidate When the depths take my hand Blinded by the moment I claimed this mire A refuge from amentia and an epoch of desire Labouring alone
trust In the morning, when I rise In the evening, when I lie Father working on the soil Mother labouring in toil I've been asking around
Laughed down by the putting green - I popped 'em in their holes. Four and twenty labourers were labouring - digging up their gold. I don't believe they
we are the workers united labouring for the fuck machine victimized but not defeated, no just think that they sustain the motion I will not pretend
she drives a lorry). Laughed down by the putting green -- I popped `em in their holes. Four and twenty labourers were labouring -- digging up their
labouring stock Sold to some fact'ry or dock It's enough of a shock To be up on my feet NO I'M NEVER MY BEST IN THE MORNING IN THE MORNING, I'M NOT NICE IF
Another day is dropping westward, slipping away Sounds of machines, motors and men quieten out, less the dim Sundown, tally the pay The labouring
them pinkies and got the blues? When I'm not hard labouring by eating fruits Why don't I celebrate wins but hate to lose? Glass half empty even though
Labouring, it's worth it Gotta keep on pushin' Gotta keep on scrathin' and hustlin' And strugglin' on Do it now 'cause' it ain't that long till'
leathered bottle and the ale that runs so brown. There's many a stout and labouring man comes here his skill to try. He works, he mows, he sweats and blows
it's little that you might have He's exploited the work Of the labouring man And while his belly expands A great hunger came o'er the land
against the tide And those huge waves the outer main Sends in to set us back again They fall and whelm. We strain to hear The pulses of her labouring
than strawberries All the pain you've held left a bitter taste Labouring lemons, don't let it go to waste Singing songs That are sweeter Than
long into labouring lungs And no one could tell the blood of one from the blood of the other Once it was spilled and forsaken This is the Word
Hark, hark! Just now my listening ears Are struck with the repeated sound Of labouring oars, and it appears, By growing strong, they're this way
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