The Widow in the Bye Street

by John Masefield

You take a lie down till the afternoon.'

'I won't,' he answered. 'Why the devil should I?

I'm here, I mean to work. I do my piece,

Or would do if a man could, but how could I

Then you come nagging round and never cease?

Well, take the job and give me my release,

I want the sack, now give it, there's my pick;

Give me the sack.' The sack was given quick.

V

Dully he got his time-check from the keeper.