LAZY LOUT



When I was young and under ten

A silly wee fool was I

The morning that I left the school

I heard my mother cry



cho: Get up, get out, you lazy lout

Get into your working clothes

Up to your knees in oil and grease

And a grindstone to your nose



I bought me a clock, a pretty good clock

To help me to tell the time

It awakened me every morning

With a very poetic rhyme



I married me a wife, a pretty good wife

And kept her many a year

Come what may, she'd begin each day

By whispering in my ear



Now some get to lie as long as they like

They're luckier men than me

I never get to lie very long

I'm only four foot three



@work @marriage

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