The Crumpsall WorkHouse

All the workhouse gave was sadness and tears.
My precious dreams were stolen year after year.
Nought was left in my life other than fear.
The workhouse took everything people held dear.

The Crumpsall was the workhouse name of shame.
All to lose nothing to win was the game.
That’s the board of Governors wicked aim.
That evil place would never see a dame.

Welcome in but washing was the first rule.
I stripping off in front of you was cruel.
I wish I was still working at that mule.
ALL have to look forward to is gruel.

Over one thousand poor that place had bent over.
Why so many would crush bones at and over.
Eating rotten marrow while totally sober.
Goodbye mum and dad life will soon be over.

All the workhouse gave me was sadness and tears.
My precious dreams were stolen year after year.
Nought was left in my life other than fear.
The workhouse took everything people held dear.

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