Oh, Gamblers' fleet,
Do you not meet,
The childrens' feet,
Of India.
Oh, Gamblers' fleet,
Do you not greet,
The carpet loom,
Of India's groom.
The childrens' feet,
Do sweat as they make,
While you bet,
All of the rate,
Oh, my, what a state.
You live all the while,
While your children do pile,
No food in the fridge.
Does it have to be,
Just India.
The children do sit, six at a time,
While they work, from six in the morning , 'til nine.
They lace the carpet sweet,
While we walk on the mat,
With our shoes', from the street,
Oh, have you not met,
The children who fret,
For fifty pence a week,
India's fleet.
Feeling too weak,
To flee the trade that pays',
For their family to eat, just a few bits' of nice meat.
In India.
Oh Gambler, please meet,
Our dear children,
So weak.
From here to the coast of India.
They line the coast,
In wait for the day,
Their ship will arrive; at a dock that will provide,
A new life, for a people who do strive.
In India.
As for the children, who grow up with a father who graces' the Gamblers' parlour,
They feel the fret of their mothers' debt.
Living in fear of the alcohol cheer,
At the failure of the cost of the debt,
Oh, it is the place of the Gamblers' grace,
That holds' the future of the childrens' haste,
To leave their homes', to flee their mothers' ,
Who are beaten to give up their purse, to feed and nurse.
Go now, to the Gamblers' place,
Do you know its' wonderful grace.
Lets' all cheer,
Our winnings' are here.
Where are they ?, your children do say.
In the hands' of the shop,
Who is like a bin,
For the children who never grin.
Leaving in fear of the Gamblers' dream,
Go now and feel your Gamblers place,
It's haven, oh, how you love the day.
You sit in your chair, you stare at the screen ,
Awaiting for your horse, to come in.
When it arrives', in last place,
You do scream,
I wish, I did bet, the one next to my mate,
For he is grinning, as he is making his next markings'.
The next bet comes' in, and he waits', greedy he does grin,
Red faced and sad , does he leave ,
When his horse does flee,
His mates', laughing at him,
As he leaves' with his head down,
Out of that place,
The hell has brought the haven down.
Go now, leave your kids',
They will be alright,
Next time you win,
Or, will that bet, never come in ?.
I believe in,
Nine until five, so you and your wife will thrive.
Living with your children,
Addressing their needs',
So they grow and eat,
Be strong to stand on their two feet,
To eat from the sweet breeze,
Of their family line.
Go away from that place, leave that old street,
Be brave,
Never to grace,
The home of the never winning.
It is but an end, to no beginning.
