Nineteen yer owd, un sut in't theaws.

Its norr her fawt, her corn't gerr a job.

Its gerrin ter't state where hers willin tak owt.

Just fot mek a few bob.

It corn't do no good for kids at her age.

Sittin for ars, writin page after page.

Applyin for this, un applyin for that .

Then earin hers bin turned deawn flat.

It meks thi wunder wots goo'in on.

Un wot there aw goo'int do.

They keep on seyin educate.

They'll at stop on at skoo.

But road that I understond it.

There's only one thing fot do.

That’s lowerin retirin age .

Deawn to twenty two.

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