The Man That Waters the Workers' Beer

(Paddy Ryan)



I am the man, the very fat man,

That waters the workers' beer

I am the man, the very fat man,

That waters the workers' beer

And what do I care if it makes them ill,

If it makes them terribly queer

I've a car, a yacht, and an aeroplane,

And I waters the workers' beer



Now when I waters the workers' beer,

I puts in strychnine

Some methylated spirits,

And a can of kerosine

Ah, but such a brew so terribly strong,

It would make them terribly queer

So I reaches my hand for the watering-can

And I waters the workers' beer



Now a drop of good beer is good for a man

When he's tired, thirsty and hot

And I sometimes have a drop myself,

From a very special pot

For a strong and healthy working class

Is the thing that I most fear

So I reaches my hand for the watering-can

And I waters the workers' beer



Now ladies fair, beyond compare,

Be you maiden or wife

Spare a thought for such a man

Who leads such a lonely life

For the water rates are frightfully high,

And the meths is terribly dear

And there ain't the profit there used to be

In watering the workers' beer



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