And still, with a voice of dolorous[607] pitch,
She sang the “Song of the Shirt!”
2. Work—work—work!
While the cock is crowing aloof![608]
And work—work—work!
Till the stars shine through the roof!
It’s O, to be a slave
Along with the barbarous Turk,
Where woman has never a soul to save,
If this is Christian work.