调：D minor
Verse 1
not only as Matt's entry
into the field of folk.
It was one of a large number of songs he
wrote about the experience of work,
starting, naturally enough,
with the early morning experience.
When I was young and short of tongue,
The morning after I left the school,
I heard my mother cry.
Get up, get out, you lazy lout,
get into yer workin' clays
Up tae yer knees and aisle
and grease
and dig what yer gaffer says
I bought a clock, rare wee clock,
so I could tell the time
It walkin' me every mornin'
with a most poetic rhyme
Get up, get out, you lazy lout,
get into yer workin' clays
Up tae yer knees and aisle
and grease
and dig what yer gaffer says
I married a lass,
a bonnie wee lass,
But come what may,
she'd start the day be
whispering in my ear
Get up, get out, you lazy lad,
get into your working clades
Up to your knees and kneel and greeze,
and do what your gaffer says
There's some can lie as
long as they like,
they're luckier men than me
I know I'll never get lying long,
I'm only five foot three
Get up, get out you lazy lads,
get into your workin' clays
Up to your knees and hail and grease,
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