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With a roof over your head,
A key to your door,
Fire in the grate,
Clippie rugs on the floor
The countryside to roam
A dog by his side
A boy may be poor but
He'd still got his pride.

Another spring approaches
Weather more and more mild
 memories rush back from
When I was a  child
More than fifty years ago
My dad used to say
Nights were drawing out by
A cock stride a day.

A man of the land once of
The shire drawn plough
Earning his weekly pittance
By the sweat of his brow.
A man of his time when
most of the working nation
Were condemned to poverty
And blatant exploitation

My mam and dad never
Ever had a lot
But seemed so happy
With what little they'd got
And I had a childhood rich
In everything but wealth
Loved and wanted and
Blessed with good health.

Times have changed and today,
Poor materially have much more,
But the bailiff does at times seem
Never far from a worker's door,
And I never thought I'd  see the day
When a worker gave thanks
For the charity donations
From essential food banks

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