Excellent.

Excellent.

I just buys and sells

Carry the bags

On a dusty cart

Pulled by my grey mare

A fine old soul

With a giant heart

A few years are left in her yet

If I treats her well

It is only a bag of coal

What harm can it do

Keeps out the chill

The home fires burning

I tips it through a hatch

At the back

Empty the sack

Then move down the street

To the next house

If they can pay

Otherwise we trot on

The horse struggles

To keep his feet sometimes

Especially in winter

Or in a pea-souper

When the fog is so thick

You can cut the air

With a knife

Some days I am lucky

To make it home safe

To the wife

I have children to feed

All I do is my job

Someone has to do it

Blame the factories

For the smog

If I stopped

Taking them coal

Then they would just

Burn peat from the bog

They have nearly stripped

The old wood clean

As it is

Greedy so and so’s

No feel for the land

Just stretch out a

Baby soft hand

And take take take

They are all on the make

Make make

You see

All but me

I’m just making a living

Doing my daily round

Two bags of coal

For less than a pound

A bargain it is

Gov’nor

Make no mistake