Crying in Hiccoughs

I Work On Sundays

46 I Work On Sundays I work on Sundays, The holiest day of the week The day our Lord rested, And bade us all to rest. I work on Sundays, The most pious day of the week, The day ordained for rest, The day I alone must work. I work on Sundays, Disobeying in obedience, For, I need an extra day, To pay Adam’s debt in me. My sweat stained the blood, That saved all but me, So I need an extra day To keep my soul in place. Who else in this whole wide world, Can assist the lady in the moon? I alone can break firewood On Sunday lovely nights. So when you see me work on Sunday, Start not, nor make faces, But bow in honest veneration, My sweat is surely your smile. ...