cd: 88 Years
track 3: The Dole
I’m waiting in line for the dole
It’s never gonna make me whole
Just a little bit of rye
Gonna get me by
I’m waiting in line for the dole
I been working since I was three
Those tatties were friend to me
I’d dig down
In the rocky ol’ ground
Bring them home to the family
I had me a beautiful wife
A small farm and a pretty good life
But the rot set in
Then returned again
Like the blood on a butchermans knife
Chorus
I never did well with school
Too much time on a milking stool
This four-year blight
Is a terrible sight
As the world turned black and cruel
Chorus
The hunger trumps your pride
Changes who you are inside
Some see bright in America’s lights
And they’re gone with the Liverpool tides
I’m never going to flee my land
But I’m standing with my hat in hand
Begging like bum for an English crumb
Barely strong enough to stand
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Written by Kyle Aughe