'GET UP!' the caller calls, 'Get up!' <br /> And in the dead of night, <br />To win the bairns their bite and sup, <br /> I rise a weary wight. <br /> <br />My flannel dudden donn'd, thrice o'er <br /> My birds are kiss'd, and then <br />I with a whistle shut the door <br /> I may not ope again.<br /><br />Joseph Skipsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/get-up-7/
