Eastside
Miodes
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Dance for your daddy my little laddie Dance for your daddy my little one You shall have a little fishy on a little dishy When the boat comes in... All of his dreams were written on slips Slips of white paper, he floated like ships The scratch-cards, the numbers The race and the draw Every week they were crumpled And thrown on the floor Monday the horses Tuesday the dogs Wednesday the arcade - to spin the fruit cogs Thursday the Bingo Friday the brokers (With the last of the brass tongues and pokers) Saturday the lottery - and another sod has got the nod Sunday to Church and pray (So help me God) I need some money for plumbers to mend I need some presents for children to send I want a house with a garden I'll trim Oh when will that bloody boat come in? There goes the brewery There go the pubs No rolling barrels and empty the tubs There go the shipyards There go the docks And those boats they never more come in They found him in the evening With a tinny on the go The credits were running on A television show There were odds - there were evens Down the cracks of his chair And a stack of bills But no winnings there He died, he died Waiting for his boat to come in Down came his sweet chariot But his boat it never did come in
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