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Nothing to Do

Language: English

The fields are white;
   The laborers are few;
Yet say the idle:
   There's nothing to do.
 
Jails are crowded;
   In Sunday-schools few;
We still complain:
   There's nothing to do.
 
Drunkards are dying --
   Your sons, it is true;
Mothers' arms folded
   With nothing to do.
 
Heathens are dying;
   Their blood falls on you;
How can you people
   Find nothing to do?


Submitted by Emily Ezust [Administrator]

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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)


Text added to the website: 2009-03-06.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:01:54
Line count: 16
Word count: 60

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