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I couldn't touch a stop and turn a screw	A
And set the blooming world a work for me	B
Like such as cut their teeth I hope like you	A
On the handle of a skeleton gold key	B
I cut mine on a leek which I eat it every week	C
I'm a clerk at thirty bob as you can see	B
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But I don't allow it's luck and all a toss	D
There's no such thing as being starred and crossed	E
It's just the power of some to be a boss	F
And the bally power of others to be bossed	G
I face the music sir you bet I ain't a cur	H
Strike me lucky if I don't believe I'm lost	E
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For like a mole I journey in the dark	I
A travelling along the underground	J
From my Pillar'd Halls and broad Suburbean Park	I
To come the daily dull official round	J
And home again at night with my pipe all alight	K
A scheming how to count ten bob a pound	J
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And it's often very cold and very wet	L
And my missus stitches towels for a hunks	M
And the Pillar'd Halls is half of it to let	L
Three rooms about the size of travelling trunks	M
And we cough my wife and I to dislocate a sigh	N
When the noisy little kids are in their bunks	M
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But you never hear her do a growl or whine	O
For she's made of flint and roses very odd	P
And I've got to cut my meaning rather fine	O
Or I'd blubber for I'm made of greens and sod	P
So p'r'haps we are in Hell for all that I can tell	Q
And lost and damn'd and served up hot to God	P
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I ain't blaspheming Mr Silver tongue	R
I'm saying things a bit beyond your art	S
Of all the rummy starts you ever sprung	R
Thirty bob a week's the rummiest start	S
With your science and your books and your the'ries about spooks	T
Did you ever hear of looking in your heart	S
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I didn't mean your pocket Mr no	U
I mean that having children and a wife	V
With thirty bob on which to come and go	U
Isn't dancing to the tabor and the fife	V
When it doesn't make you drink by Heaven it makes you think	W
And notice curious items about life	V
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I step into my heart and there I meet	X
A god almighty devil singing small	Y
Who would like to shout and whistle in the street	X
And squelch the passers flat against the wall	Y
If the whole world was a cake he had the power to take	Z
He would take it ask for more and eat them all	Y
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And I meet a sort of simpleton beside	A2
The kind that life is always giving beans	B2
With thirty bob a week to keep a bride	A2
He fell in love and married in his teens	B2
At thirty bob he stuck but he knows it isn't luck	C2
He knows the seas are deeper than tureens	B2
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And the god almighty devil and the fool	D2
That meet me in the High Street on the strike	E2
When I walk about my heart a gathering wool	F2
Are my good and evil angels if you like	E2
And both of them together in every kind of weather	H
Ride me like a double seated bike	E2
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That's rough a bit and needs its meaning curled	G2
But I have a high old hot un in my mind	H2
A most engrugious notion of the world	G2
That leaves your lightning 'rithmetic behind	H2
I give it at a glance when I say 'There ain't no chance	B2
Nor nothing of the lucky lottery kind '	-
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And it's this way that I make it out to be	B
No fathers mothers countres climates none	I2
Not Adam was responsible for me	B
Nor society nor systems nary one	I2
A little sleeping seed I woke I did indeed	J2
A million years before the blooming sun	I2
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I woke because I thought the time had come	K2
Beyond my will there was no other cause	B2
And everywhere I found myself at home	L2
Because I chose to be the thing I was	B2
And in whatever shape of mollusc or of ape	M2
I always went according to the laws	B2
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I was the love that chose my mother out	N2
I joined two lives and from the union burst	O2
My weakness and my strength without a doubt	N2
Are mine alone for ever from the first	O2
It's just the very same with a difference in the name	P2
As 'Thy will be done ' You say it if you durst	O2
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They say it daily up and down the land	Q2
As easy as you take a drink it's true	A
But the difficultest go to understand	Q2
And the difficultest job a man can do	A
Is to come it brave and meek with thirty bob a week	C
And feel that that's the proper thing for you	A
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It's a naked child against a hungry wolf	R2
It's playing bowls upon a splitting wreck	S2
It's walking on a string across a gulf	T2
With millstones fore and aft about your neck	S2
But the thing is daily done by many and many a one	I2
And we fall face forward fighting on the deck	S2

John Davidson

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