LET THE WHISKERS GROW

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Down at our schoo’, teachers are s’ funny,
If tha wants to see ‘em, thas have ta pay some money.
Soldiers half a crown, sailors half a guinea,
Big fat men two ‘n ten, little kids a penny.


Down at our schoo’, things are rather funny,
Kids do all the bloody work and teachers get the money.

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Let thi whiskers grow, let thi whiskers grow,
What’s the use o’ shavin’.
Pull ‘em out bi the roots, they’ll mek laces fer thi boots,
Think o’t money thas savin’.

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T’ teacher at our schoo’,
Well he goes to church on Sunday,
To pray to the Lord to give him strength,
To wallop us kids on Monday.

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Micky Plum with a gas tar bum
Went rollin’ down the river.
He caught his belly on a piece of jelly.
It made poor Micky shiver.

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A’ll tell you a tale about a snail,
What jumped in t’ fire an’ burnt ‘is tail.
A’ll tell you another about his brother,
He did the same, the silly owd bugger.

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