Ole Kate

When I was only a youngster, Sing: toodle doodlede ootl Ole Kate would git her 'arf a pint And wouldn't' giv' a damn hoot. 'Them stairs! them stairs, them gordam stairs Will be the death of me/ I never heerd her say nothin' About the priv'lege of liberty. She'd come a sweatin' up with the coals An a-sloshin' round with 'er mop, Startin' in about 6 a.m. And didn't seem never to stop. She died on the job they tells me, Fell plump into her pail. Never got properly tanked as I saw, And never got took to jail, Just went on a sloshin' And totin' up scuttles of coal, And kissin9 her cat fer diversion, Cod rest her sloshin’ soul. ‘Gimme a kissy-cuddle' She'd say to her tibby-cat, But she never made no mention Of this here proletariat.