The man who belongs to our house, Daddy,
Came here to-day for the rent,
And he said some nasty things, Daddy,
To mummy before he went.
She never tells nuffin' to you, Daddy,
And never won't tell me why,
But waits till you are away, Daddy,
And then she sits down to cry.
But why do you hang down your head, Daddy?
Why are you home all the day?
Why don't you go to your work, Daddy,
It is not a holiday?
I'm tired of drippin' and salt, Daddy,
And treacle upon my bread,
And why won't you give us some milk, Daddy,
But only water instead?
Who is that big nasty Vend, Daddy?
Who is the tapitalist?
If I was a man like you, Daddy,
I'd hit him wif my big fist.
Came here to-day for the rent,
And he said some nasty things, Daddy,
To mummy before he went.
She never tells nuffin' to you, Daddy,
And never won't tell me why,
But waits till you are away, Daddy,
And then she sits down to cry.
But why do you hang down your head, Daddy?
Why are you home all the day?
Why don't you go to your work, Daddy,
It is not a holiday?
I'm tired of drippin' and salt, Daddy,
And treacle upon my bread,
And why won't you give us some milk, Daddy,
But only water instead?
Who is that big nasty Vend, Daddy?
Who is the tapitalist?
If I was a man like you, Daddy,
I'd hit him wif my big fist.
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