Chorus.—We've got no work, &c.
It's hardly fair play to gi-i-ive,
To a Labour-Representati-i-ve,
For without your cash, O Miners most rash,
How, how shall we manage to live?
Chorus.—We've got no work, &c.
It is no doubt exceedingly tru-u-ue;
We've found little work to do-o-o,
In the House. For that same 'tis not we who're to blame,
But the long Irish hullaballo.