THE GOLDEN DUSTMAN

Me an' ol' Bill Smith bein' dust-boys,
Always worked the same ol' round.
Strange to say we struck a gold mine [or Klondike]
And we shared the wealth we found.
How it happened there's a miser, would never let us shift his dust.
Well Tuesday night he dies and Wednesday, like two burglars in we busts.
Gets to work and bless yer eyesight! Oh! such wealth you'd never saw.
Ha'pennies on the floor in thousands! To think that last week I was poor!

CHORUS
'Cos nah I'm a gonna be a reg'lar toff, a-ridin' in a carriage with a pair,
With a top-hat on me 'ead, and fevvers, in me bed,
I'll call me-self the Duke of Barnet Fair,
As to the 'asterakhanner' [astrakan] round the bottom of me coat,
And a Piccadilly winder [monocle] in me eye.
Fancy all the dustmen shouting in me ear,
'Leave us in yer will before you die!'

Stuck inside a rusty saucepan, what looks like a worn out mat!
Close inspection - 'twas a stocking, full of nuggets big as that!
Down we falls upon our kneeses! See us scooping up the wealth.
When up I jumps and oh! so happy! I 'ardly could believe meself!
When the gaffer comes and says "'ere 'iggins, ya gets to work , ya looks 'arf tight!"
'Aw! Gets to what? 'ere who ya kiddin', you can dine with me next Sunday night!'

CHORUS etc.....'cos nah I'm a gonna...

In the summer I'll go yachting [pronounced 'ee-atchin'], with the Dukes and Emperors.
In the autumn, spot yer 'umble, shootin' grouses on the moors.
What price I'll be driving tandem? with a Countess by me-side,
And if she'd like to pop the question, well I'll consent to be her bride!
As for low insinuations as regards me style and 'sich',
Well I'll soon teach 'em 'etty-ketty'
When I wipes this cross their snitch! [clenching fist??]

FINAL CHORUS...'Cos nah I'm a gonna be a.....