The lullaby Of Old Rattling Bones
Toil and troubleToil and trouble
sweat and tears
work and sweat
is all I will ever know
to the heel's of my feet
to the brim of my head
I will work till I am dead
toil and trouble
trouble and toil
there be no peace for me
to the heel's of my feet
to the brim of my head
I will work till I am dead
no rest, no sleep
my bones will, bend
but, never shall they keep
and I will never find
true peace
toil and trouble
trouble and toil
to the heel's of my feet
to the brim of my head
I will work till I am dead
and with, not a coin
to place, apond my head
and my feet will slowly,
carry me, too the dead
and without crumb
to point the way
I shall wonder
with a downed head
toil and trouble
trouble and toil
we shall work till we are dead
aka: lyricivixen
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