Now the foreman said to me, As he grabbed me by the knob,
"You're the finest fucking fella that we've got upon the job,
And your wages for the week will be four and twenty bob,
When you're down in the sewer in the morning."
CHORUS:
Down in the sewer, shovellin' up manure,
That's the way the Navvy does his bit, shovelling shit,
You can hear the shovels ring with a ting-a-ling-a-ling,
When you're down in the sewer in the morning.
Now the foreman said to me, as I came in rather late,
And he grabbed me by the bollocks and he swung me through the gate,
"If you can't come fucking early then you can't come fucking late,
When you're down in the sewer in the morning."
CHORUS:
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