(Dave Hillery / John Hartley)
Chorus:
And Ah cry a fig for care
Rough and ready though me fare
And Ah try to do me duty to me neighbour
Do you wonder who I am
Me name is happy Sam
Ah'm a member of the multitude of labour
Oh good neet friends one and all
Ah just thowt Ah'd mek a call
For Ah love to see a crowd of 'appy faces
And sin' last time here Ah've bin
Many strange things have Ah sin
For Ah shove me nose into all sorts of places
Ah've seen rich fowk wastin' brass
And despisin' t' workin' class
Never thinking that they owe to us their riches
An' Ah've seen loud-talkin' men
Allus boastin of their sen
An' Ah've known the wives o't yon were wearin't' britches
Oh there's many an honest chap
Though 'e hasn't got a rap
Nor a decent suit o' clothes to keep 'im warm in
Aye and many a knave well dressed
Wi' a black heart in his breast
But Ah treat such like as better sort of varmin
An' there's workin fowk a lot
Who can boast a cosy cot
Wi' a buxom wife and childer strong and 'earty
Who can smoke their pipe at neet
Wi' warm slippers at their feet
And enough to eat and wear Sunday and workday
Ah've seen better times and worse
An' Ah've 'ad money in me purse
And Ah've known what's bin to have me belly empty
But Ah've allus met a friend
Who would either give or lend
And Ah've ne'er refused to help folk when Ah'd plenty
Nivver look to't upper ten
If you cannot help yoursen
Unless you practice bowing low and fawning
Workin' chaps get my advice
Stick together like a vice
And you'll find a breeter day will soon be dawnin'
As sung by Dave Hillery