FOUR PENCE A DAY The ore is waiting in the tubs the snow's upon the fell Canny folk are sleeping yet but lead is reet to sell Come me little washer lad come let's awa We're bound down to slavery for four pence a day It's early in the morning we rise at five o'clock And the little slaves come to the door to knock , knock , knock Come me little washer lad, come let's awa It's very hard to ...