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COSHER BAILEY'S ENGINE Cosher Bailey had an engine It was always wanting mending, And according to the power, She could do four miles an hour cho: Did you ever see, did you ever see Did you ever see such a funny sight before? On the night run up from Gower She did twenty mile an hour As she whistled through the station Man, she frightened half the nation. Cosher bought her second-hand And he painted her so grand When the driver went to oil her Man, she nearly burst her boiler. Cosher Bailey's sister Lena She was living up in Blaina She could knit and darn our stockings But her cooking it was shocking. Cosher Bailey's brother Rupert He played stand-off-half for Newport, When they played against Llanelly Someone kicked him in the belly. Cosher Bailey had a daughter Who did things she didn't oughter She was quite beyond the pale But over that we'll draw a veil. Cosher Bailey went to Exford* For to pass matriculation But he saw a pretty barmaid And he never left the station. Oh the sight it was heart-rending Cosher drove his little engine And he got stuck in the tunnel And went up the bloomin' funnel. Cosher Bailey's little engine Couldn't even sound its hooter Just to make the steam go higher He made water on the fire. Yes, Cosher Bailey he did die And they put him in a coffin But, alas, they heard a knocking Cosher Bailey, only joking. Well, the Devil wouldn't have him But he gave him sticks and matches For to set up on his own On the top of Barford Hatches. *Exford = Oxford (imitation of Oxford accent) JB Cosher Bailey's brother Matthew Had a job at cleaning statues But when he wasd cleaning Venus He slipped and broke his elbow. Cosher Bailey's Uncle Reg He did go behind an 'edge, Uncle Reg is feeling better But the 'edge is somewhat wetter. Yes, I knew his brother Rupert When he played scrum-half for Newport Ah, but when he took up rugger He looked such a silly billy. Cosher Bailey's sister Hanna Well, she played the grand pianna She went hammer, hammer, hammer, Till the neighbours said, "Goddamn her!" In the choir on Sunday night We sing better when we're tight And our version of 'Cym Rhondda' Makes the angels jive up yonder! Recorded by MacColl (Four Pence a Day) @work @train @English @Welsh filename[ COSHERB TUNE FILE: COSHERB CLICK TO PLAY RG, JB |
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