length bright  illuminates the Skies,
And summons drowsy Mortals to arise;
Then comes our Mistress to us without fail,
And in her Hand, , a Mug of Ale
To cheer our Hearts, and also to inform
Herself what Work is done that very Morn;
Lays her Commands upon us, that we mind
Her Linnen well, nor :
Nor this alone, but also to take Care
We don't her Cambricks nor her Ruffles tear;
And  most strictly does of us require,
;
Tells us her Charge is great, nay furthermore,
Her Cloaths are fewer than the Time before:
Now we drive on, resolv'd our Strength to try,
And what we can we do most willingly;
Untill with Heat and Work, 'tis often known,
Not only Sweat, but Blood runs trickling down
Our Wrists and Fingers; still our Work demands
The constant Action of our lab'ring Hands.