A few lines from the poem by Louis MacNeice.
It's no go the Government grants, it's no go the elections,
Sit on your arse for fifty years and hang your hat on a pension.It's no go my honey love, it's no go my poppet;
Work your hands from day to day, the winds will blow the profit.
The glass is falling hour by hour, the glass will fall forever,
But if you break the bloody glass you won't hold up the weather.
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