(after A. E. Housman)
Is my team playing
That I used to cheer
Each Saturday on the terrace
Before I transferred here?
Aye the lads still battle
They go from strength to strength
Won the FA Cup
Since you were laid at length.
Is factory still closed
With pickets at the gate?
Would I could lend a hand
Ere I felt the hand of Fate.
No things are back to normal
Thanks to the TUC
Our wages now are frozen
But not so much as thee.
And my lonely widow
Does she nightly grieve
For her dear departed
Gone early to the grave?
No she’s right as rain
And not the one to weep
She is well looked after
Be still my lad, and sleep.
And what of you, dear friend
Are you still unwed
Or have you found a lady
To share your bachelor bed?
Well… er, I don’t know how to say this
But after the funeral I got really plastered
I walked the widow back to yours, and
Oh, you lousy b*stard!