Chorus.—We've got no work, &c.
The Working-Men's Members of la-a-ate
Were getting a power in the Sta-a-ate,
But now they're rejected, or coldly ejected,
Which same is a sorrowful fate.
Chorus.—We've got no work, &c.
Joe Arch he had to go-o-o-o,
Then Leicester, the other Jo-o-oe!
And now we two'll have to forfeit our "screw,"
Which is jolly hard lines, you know.