Joseph Skipsey

(March 17, 1832 - September 3,1903 / Percy, Northumberland)

Get Up! - Poem by Joseph Skipsey

Get up!" the caller calls, "Get up!"
And in the dead of night,
To win the bairns their bite and sup,
I rise a weary wight.

My flannel dudden donn'd, thrice o'er
My birds are kiss'd, and then
I with a whistle shut the door,
I may not ope again.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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