No wonder the b***er be a shilling a pound
See the rich farmer's daughters, how they ride up and down.
If you ask them the reason, they'll say: "Bone', alas,
There's a war on in France and the cows have no grass, Singing..
chorus:
Honesty's all out of fashion
These are the rigs of the time,
Time, me boys
These are the rigs of the time.
O, 'tis of an old butcher, I must bring him in.
Charges two shillings a pound, and thinks it no sin.
Slaps his thumb on the scale-weights and makes them go down,
He swears it's good weight yet it wants half a pound. Singing..
Now the next is a baker, I must bring him in.
He charge fourpence a loaf and thinks it no sin.
When he do bring it in, is not bigger than your fist,
And the top of the loaf is popped off with the ye'st, Singing..
Now the very best plan that I can find
Is to pop them all off in a high gale of wynd
And when they get up, the cloud it will bu'st
And the biggest old rascal come tumbling down first, singing..
No wonder the b***er be a shilling a pound
See the rich farmer's daughters, how they ride up and down.
If you ask them the reason, they'll say: "Bone', alas,
There's a war on in France and the cows have no grass, Singing..
See the rich farmer's daughters, how they ride up and down.
If you ask them the reason, they'll say: "Bone', alas,
There's a war on in France and the cows have no grass, Singing..
chorus:
Honesty's all out of fashion
These are the rigs of the time,
Time, me boys
These are the rigs of the time.
O, 'tis of an old butcher, I must bring him in.
Charges two shillings a pound, and thinks it no sin.
Slaps his thumb on the scale-weights and makes them go down,
He swears it's good weight yet it wants half a pound. Singing..
Now the next is a baker, I must bring him in.
He charge fourpence a loaf and thinks it no sin.
When he do bring it in, is not bigger than your fist,
And the top of the loaf is popped off with the ye'st, Singing..
Now the very best plan that I can find
Is to pop them all off in a high gale of wynd
And when they get up, the cloud it will bu'st
And the biggest old rascal come tumbling down first, singing..
No wonder the b***er be a shilling a pound
See the rich farmer's daughters, how they ride up and down.
If you ask them the reason, they'll say: "Bone', alas,
There's a war on in France and the cows have no grass, Singing..