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The Rest of the Day

The Rest of the Day
(Jack Lane?)

One day when I was out of work a job I went to seek
To be a farmer's boy
At last I found an easy job at half-a-crown a week
To be a farmer's boy
The farmer said"I think I've got the very job for you
Your duties will be light for this is all you've got to do
     Rise at three every morn,milk the cow with the crumpled horn
     Feed the pigs,clean the sty,teach the pigeons the way to fly
     Plough the fields,mow the hay,help the cocks and hens to lay
     Sow the seed,tend the crops,chase the flies from the turnip tops
     Clean the knives,black the shoes,scrub the kitchen and sweep the flues
     Help the wife wash the pots,grow the cabbages and carrots
     Make the beds,dust the coals,mend the gramophone
     And if theres no more work to do the rest of the day's your own"

I scratched my head and thought it would be absolutely fine
To be a farmer's boy
The farmer said"Of course you'll have to do some overtime
When you're a farmers boy"
Said he"The duties that I have given you you'll be quickly through
So i've been thinking of a few more things that you can do
     Skim the milk,make the cheese,chop the meat for the sausage-es
     Bath the kids,mend their clothes,use your dial to scare the crows
     In the milk put the chalk,shave the knobs of the pickled pork
     Shoe the horse,break the coal,take the cat for his midnight stroll
     Cook the food,scrub the stairs,teach the parrot to say his prayers
     Roast the joint,bake the bread,shake the feathers up in the bed
     When the wife has the gout rub,her funny bone
     And then if theres no more work to do the rest of the day's your own"

I thought is was a shame to take the money,you can bet
To be a farmers boy
And so I wrote my duties down in case I might forget
I was a farmers boy
It took all night to write 'em down, didn't go to bed
But somehow I got all mixed up and this is how they read:
     Rise at three every morn,milk the hen
     Scrub the wife every day,teach the nanny goat to lay
     Shave the cat,mend the cheese,fit the tights on the sausage-es
     Bath the pigs,break the pots,boil the kids with a few carrots
     Roast the horse,dust the bread,put the cocks and the hens to bed
     Boots and shoes,black with chalk,shave the hair on the pickled pork
     All the rest I forgot,somehow it had flown
     But I got the sack this morning so the rest of my life's my own

Taken from the book "The Song And The Story"
songs of Isla StClair.

A Music Hall song from the singing of Jack Lane 1915.

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