My children are vicious, dry and old,Therefore, there aren't many occupations under Saturn, but we have the farmer... with his plow, horses and a child helping direct the horses using a whip with a long lead (handle).
They're lame, misshapen, depraved withal.
Traitorous, brooding, greedy, pale,
They often find themselves in jail.
They grub the dirt, dig graves, plow land,
In foul and stinking clothes they stand.
Condemned to die or live in sorrow,
Sweat and strain, or trouble borrow,
Always needy, never free,
It's Saturn's children there you see.
Then we have some tools, like a basic shovel...
A long-handled pick...