Oh, they're moving father's grave to build a sewer,
They're moving it regardless of expense.
They're shifting his remains, to put in five-inch drains,
To irrigate some posh bloke's residence.
Now in his lifetime father never was a quitter,
And I'm sure that he won't be a quitter now,
For when that job's complete, he'll haunt that privy seat,
And he'll only let them sit when he'll allow.
Oh, won't there be some bleeding consternation,
And won't those city chappies rant and rave,
Which is no more than they deserve,
To have the bloody nerve,
To muck about with a British workman's grave.

Collected by Charles Keeping, and in his book Cockney Ding Dong.