Song of the Shirt by Thomas Hood. 
  
 Part 6 of 6. 
  
 With fingers
 weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red,
A woman sat in unwomanly rags,
Plying her needle and thread—
Stitch! stitch! stitch!
In poverty, hunger, and dirt,
And still with a voice of dolorous pitch,—
Would that its tone could reach the Rich!—
She sang this "Song of the Shirt!"
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