Old Mother Laidinwool by Rudyard Kipling — Read

'Old Mother Laidinwool had nigh twelve months been dead. / She heard the hops was doing well, an' so popped up her head,' / For said she: 'The lads I've picked with when I was young and fair, / They're bound to be at hopping and I'm bound to meet 'em there!'

_Let me up and go / Back to the work I know, Lord! / Back to the work I know, Lord! / For it's dark where I lie down, My Lord! / An' it's dark where I lie down! _