Yet another Dominic Behan song where I'm struggling to make out one or two words. This time he's a feature on the second and final album of a fairly obscure Irish group The Folkstones, with an interesting song about an English prison. FOR YOU AND ME The Folkstones, featuring Dominic Behan In Wormwood Scrubs they have built a nick The walls are tall, they are strong and thick And if you belong to society They have built that prison for you and me [Chorus] For you and me, friend, for you and me They have built that prison for you and me For each lag and screw, friend, we pay the fee They have built that prison for you and me All in the mornin', the warder shouts "Stand to your door, there, come on, slop out!" And those grey lines of humanity Are in that prison for you and me [Chorus] They take him back to his flowery dell A pretty name for a prison cell Then prison brick, [?] bread and tea They economise, friend, for you and me [Chorus] For half an hour 'neath the big screw's eyes The lags walk 'round on their exercise Except the lags down in solitary Who have been locked up, friend, for you and me [Chorus] It's stitchin' boots, friend, or nail bag seams[?] They could all be done by a few machines But they must waste time, friend, and dignity To destroy ambition for you and me [Chorus] 'Til Monday mornin' from Friday night They are all locked up, friend, secure and tight Except for church, they have the weekend free To pace their cells, friend, for you and me [Chorus x 2]
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