Ooh, you're a murky
kid, dirty as a dustbin lid
And when he hears the things
you've did, you'll get a belt from your dad
Ooh, you'll have your father's nose
so crimson in the dark it glows
If you're not asleep when the boozer's
closed, you'll get a belt from your dad
You look so scruffy lying there
Strawberry jam tarts in your hair
On the world you haven't a care
And me, I've got so many
It's awful hard, yes, every day
Living off your father's pay
The blood, he drinks it all away
And leaves me without money
Although you have no silver spoon
Better days, they're coming soon
Now
Nellie's workin' up
a loom and she gets paid on
Friday
Perhaps one day we'll
make a splash when
Little
Wood supply the cash
We'll get a house and a halty
ash and we'll get your dad a brewery
But who you are a mucky kid,
dirty as a dustbin lid
And when he hears the things
you've did you'll get a belt from your dad
Oh, you'll have your father's face
You're growin' up a
real hard case
But there's none can take your place
Go fast asleep for mommy