When I was only a youngster, Sing: toodle doodlede ootl Ole Kate would git her `arf a pint And wouldn`t` giv` a damn hoot. `Them stairs! them stairs, them gordam stairs Will be the death of me/ I never heerd her say nothin` About the priv`lege of liberty. She`d come a sweatin` up with the coals An a-sloshin` round with `er mop, Startin` in about 6 a.m. And didn`t seem never to stop. She died on the job they tells me, Fell plump into her pail. Never got properly tanked as I saw, And never got took to jail, Just went on a sloshin` And totin` up scuttles of coal, And kissin9 her cat fer diversion, Cod rest her sloshin’ soul. ‘Gimme a kissy-cuddle` She`d say to her tibby-cat, But she never made no mention Of this here proletariat.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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