Every day we go
walking to the high part of the town
Ever since me father went up there and he found half a
crown
He said this is easy money, the conditions can't be beat
We've never found a penny
more, but it keeps us off the street
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Keep
your hands down in your pockets
And your eyes down on the ground
For the streets
are lined with silver
In the high part of the town
Our house is not so crowded
since me mother ran away
She'd rather live from hand to mouth than to live from day to
day
Well me father's often lonely, but its a blessing in disguise
Its cured me mother's
worries and its cured me dad's black eyes
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Well a man came from the
council for to make me go to school
He asked me lots of questions and he told me lots of
rules
They tried to teach geography, but I found it much too hard
When they asked me where
does coal come from, I answered "next
door's yard"
CHORUS
Last
Sunday night me father had a bit too much to sup
And he swapped his Sunday overcoat for a seven
week old pup
They said it is was a bull dog, he belived them I suppose
We found it was a
poodle with a badly broken nose
CHORUS
Now me father said someday we'll
live in the high part of the
town
But every time he gets a job they close the
colliery down
Its not when the pits are closing when me fathers troubles start
Its when
they close the pubs as well, it nearly breaks his heart
CHORUS
Collected by
Dennis Cook from someone's singing at an FSGW open
sing.
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