I
started mi new job just
this morning,
The boss said 'ow 'appy
he were.
To see a young fella
look 'appy,
To work for so little
pay.
Well, when you get down
to your uppers,
An' everythin' starts
looking bleak,
There's a time when you
take a step back'ards,
An' 'appen you turn
t'other cheek.
It's not what I'd hoped
for I tell you,
For me I 'ad better
things planned,
A doctor, a lawer, a
surgeon,
Or somethin' as equally
grand.
But I do get a free
brush an' shovel,
Tho' mi cart 'as a
wobb'erly wheel,
I get a cap an' a pair
o' green wellies,
An' when I've done I get
a free meal.
An the boss is treating
me kindly,
He said as 'ow I were
new,
The first job he'd
decided to give me,
Would be one, an' most
folks get two!
I just 'ave to clean up
the gutters,
Along a particular road,
Mi map and bags are
strapped to the cart,
Which should sort of
balance the load.
The map says I start at
Scotch Corner,
An' sweep down the left
to the end,
I've to pick up bottles
wi' brass back,
An' 'alf what I find I
can spend.
He'd said as when I got
finished,
An' I'd swept to the end
of the road,
I'd to empty mi bin, an'
clean it wi' Vim,
Swop sides an' begin a
new load.
I cleaned up the signs
at the road top,
Left 'em all sparkling
an' new,
Trimmed off the grass at
the bottom,
An' polished the metal
posts too.
There were summat in
mind that were
bothering,
Summat I'd missed that
were there,
It were summat that
didn't quite feel right,
An' for a minute I just
stood standing there.
Still, I'd just about
got mi'sen ready,
I'd read t'map an' got
out mi brush,
It were then when it
suddenly hit me,
It came in a sort of a
rush.
The gaffer 'ad given me
just one job,
An' I must say he didn't
lie,
But nor was he being so
kindly,
An' I'll tell you real
the reason why.
He told me to go down
the left side,
"An' just 'cos I like
you, old son,
Stop for some tea when
you get there,"
But the road was the
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