gingerjon
GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN R.I.P.
The Sextons new mate
Our mom said you had better get this into that thick head,
There’s not enough money for milk or bread
I don’t know what on earths come over you our Bob.
What in Gods name where you up to loose that job
How am I supposed to cope with you and your dad both being unemployed
It aint all bad our mom
I’ve got some good news of which I’m sure you’ll be overjoyed
Its all right there’s no worries I’ve got it sorted
I was passing Witton Cemetery and to the Vicar I reported
Explaining how I seen this notice pinned to the Church doors
It read Sexton needs help with his daily chores
There I stood on his welcome mat thinking yes I’ll have a bit of that
There I stood cap in hand
Give us that job was my immediate demand
Quizzically he looked at me then welcomed me in
And pray what might I do for you sonny Jim
I am after that vacancy…Oh are you’ says he, well we will have to wait and see
At least you look fit and strong
There are a few particulars to take down but they shouldn’t take long
Then he enthused at my zest and vigour
And he reckoned I’d make a cracking gravedigger
The decision was made and he chucked me a spade
I was well pleased because I sensed a new era was dawning
When he said the jobs yours be here at the break of day tomorrow morning
Well we all know that each job has its perks
And down at the cemetery hers how this one works
Now every one knows my aunt Rose
Had just lost her old man who happened to be my uncle Dave,
And she said look hear our Bob how would you like to earn a few extra bob
By tending the grave of your uncle Dave
So me and her sat down and had a ta‘ta’tate
So that I could explain to her the going rate
I said for a shilling that’s if she was willing every Friday I would keep it tidy
But one and six would get her a fresh flower mix
Five bob would be a pucker job
I would polish the stone the perimeter grass would be mown
I would pull out the weeds and treat the clover
Then come next spring I’d dig the soil and turn the old sod over
Our mom said you had better get this into that thick head,
There’s not enough money for milk or bread
I don’t know what on earths come over you our Bob.
What in Gods name where you up to loose that job
How am I supposed to cope with you and your dad both being unemployed
It aint all bad our mom
I’ve got some good news of which I’m sure you’ll be overjoyed
Its all right there’s no worries I’ve got it sorted
I was passing Witton Cemetery and to the Vicar I reported
Explaining how I seen this notice pinned to the Church doors
It read Sexton needs help with his daily chores
There I stood on his welcome mat thinking yes I’ll have a bit of that
There I stood cap in hand
Give us that job was my immediate demand
Quizzically he looked at me then welcomed me in
And pray what might I do for you sonny Jim
I am after that vacancy…Oh are you’ says he, well we will have to wait and see
At least you look fit and strong
There are a few particulars to take down but they shouldn’t take long
Then he enthused at my zest and vigour
And he reckoned I’d make a cracking gravedigger
The decision was made and he chucked me a spade
I was well pleased because I sensed a new era was dawning
When he said the jobs yours be here at the break of day tomorrow morning
Well we all know that each job has its perks
And down at the cemetery hers how this one works
Now every one knows my aunt Rose
Had just lost her old man who happened to be my uncle Dave,
And she said look hear our Bob how would you like to earn a few extra bob
By tending the grave of your uncle Dave
So me and her sat down and had a ta‘ta’tate
So that I could explain to her the going rate
I said for a shilling that’s if she was willing every Friday I would keep it tidy
But one and six would get her a fresh flower mix
Five bob would be a pucker job
I would polish the stone the perimeter grass would be mown
I would pull out the weeds and treat the clover
Then come next spring I’d dig the soil and turn the old sod over
