Some fragments that may jog memories.

Now some folks like to sing,
Of their father's occupation,
Dustmen and the like,
And othe situations.
Not so my old man


He's the champion dung spreader

ch.
High ho yidle didle oh,
Chesterfield to Cheddar,
With his
He's the champion dung spreader

Now many years ago,
When dad was in his power,
With a mighty two hand swipe,
He hit the old church tower.
Lord help us said the vicar,
Tis the judgement come,
No judge said the curate.
Its a hundredweight of dung

ch

But when our old man,
Lays him down to die,
There'l be a forty acre field,
And a dung pile six foot high.