What thee knows't of toil, I ask in kind,
Of labor's sweat and tireless grind?
Forsooth, I've witnessed toil's weary plight,
And felt its weight upon my brow, despite.
To toil is to labor with all thy might,
To toil is to toil from morn till night.
In fields of soil, 'neath the scorching sun,
Bearing burdens heavy, toiling 'til day is...
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