I'm leaving school on Friday.

I've got myself a job.

I'm starting in the smithy come Monday.

For a wage of thirty bob.

Tomorrow I'll go to the surplus store.

To get some hob nailed boots.

And then I'll want a haversack.

And one of them there boiler suits.

I didn't want to go in the factory.

And definitely not down a pit.

So I've got myself an apprenticeship.

But my father, he didn't like it.

"Not as much money as they get in the factory. You know"

And they'll take you for a fool.

As soon as you have served your time.

You'll end up back in the dole queue".

"Cheap labour that’s what those jobs are.

I'm telling you it will come to nought (neawt).

You should have come to the Maypole pit.

Where I could sort you out ( eawt")

"There's no way they will get me down the pit.. Dad

I'm bound to better myself one day.

As soon as I come out of my time.

I will end up on full pay.

I will have my own house one fine day.

And I'm going to have a car.

And I'll take my children for a holiday.

Somewhere further afar.

I have not had much in the way of things.

And I will have to do it myself, it seems.

But I've got my head screwed on correctly.

And besides…I've got my Dreams

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