A song about an industriously idle worker ….. as sung by a man in a session in Sidmouth 2 years ago.
I only have alittle bit of it and would like to know if the rest of it exists in the gleaming recesses of someone's folk memory.
Here's all I have ... imagine a very cockney accent.


and it's a nuisance but I shant get in a stew
I've never doen a stroke of work in all me life it's true
so why should I be bothered now I've more work not to do?
I'll keep on finding ways of doing nothing
while the overseers busy overseeing
It'll keep me very busy looking busy
But it's busy doing nothing I'll be being

Cho.
Never do today what you can do tomorrow
That's the motto that I've followed all me life
But now that I'm being crushed beneath the wheels of industry
If I'm backed into a corner then perhaps I'll make the tea
I shivers at the thought of breaking sweat out of my brow
wheres the need when I can beg or steal or borrow
As that epitome of idleness me mother used to say
Never do today what you can do tomorrow

Now the thought of work has never been appealing
but the gaffers job don't look too bad to me
He stroll s in late and stretches out his dinner time til 3
settles down for 40 winks and then it's time to have his tea
he sups his Rosy Lea then eats his fruit cake
then those (something) scones with jam and margarine on
and he has the cheek to say that he's been working
when it's a little holiday he's been on
Never ….