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GAOL SONG "Step in young man, I know your face It's nothing in your favor A little time I'll give to you Six months at hard labor" To my hip fol the day, hip fol the day To my hip fol the day, for the digee oh At six o'clock our turnkey comes in With a bunch of keys all in his hand "Come, come, my lads, step up and grind Tread the wheel till breakfast time" At eight o'clock our skilly comes in Sometimes thick and sometimes thin But devil a word we must not say It's brad and water all next day At half past eight the bell doth ring Into the chapel we must swing Down on our bended knees to fall "The Lord hath mercy on us all" At nine o'clock the jangle rings All on the trap boys, we must spring "Come, come, my lads, step up in time The wheel to tread and the corn to grind" Now Saturday's come, I'm sorry to say Sunday is our starvation day Our hobnailed boots and tin mugs too They are not shined nor they will not do Now six long months are over and past I will return to my bonnie, bonnie lass I'll leave the turnkeys all behind The wheel to tread and the corn to grind @jail printed in Penguin book of English folksongs sung by Bernard Wrigley and Dick Swain filename[ GAOLSONG TUNE FILE: GAOLSONG CLICK TO PLAY SOF |
Gaol Song (from The Penguin Book Of English Folk Songs) |
