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/
