AKA | His day’s work was done Beery Bob |
First Published | 1903 |
Writer/composer | TW Connor | Roud | RN12908 |
Music Hall Performers | George Brooks, Harry Carlton |
Folk performances | Source Singers Tom Bush, 1960s, Suffolk England Bob Hart, 1969, Suffolk England Manny Aldous, no date, Suffolk England |
Oh I often lie a-bed and think what an awful thing is work I know a lot who's started it and finished with a jerk There's bleary Bobby got a job to drive a motor car Said, 'Blow the p'lice, I'll let them see I know what motors are One hundred miles an hour he went and quite enjoyed the fun Till a brewers dray got in the way and his days' work was done. A shooting competition was the end of Jimmy Dubb He got the job as marker for the first time in his pub He didn't understand the work and when he heard the shot He thought it must be time for him to go and mark the spot He stood in front of the target to see which man had won And he got a shot on a tender spot and his day's work was done. A man was up a ladder, cleaning winders was his job; But all the time was spooning with young Missis Thingmabob. Her husband came along just as their heads in kisses met; He didn't rave or carry on as though he was upset. He simply pulled the ladder away and said, "This takes the bun." The man at the top, he came down plop and his day's work was done. To be a strong man was the fad of Jerry Macintyre And just for practice now and then he'd let himself for hire He went to do a moving job some heavy things to shift He thought he'd really like to see how much weight he could uplift With a grand piano on his back, upstairs he tried to run Trod on a stair that wasn't there and his day's work was done. Now Pat he went for a sailor and he thought the job was soft, No sooner had he started than he was ordered up aloft. He funked a bit, but up he went, in fact, he had no choice, Was hanging on the top-mast when he heard the Captain's voice. "Let go that rope" the Captain yells to Pat, he means this one; Let go came tumbling down below and his day's work was done. I know a man who got a job with a menagerie Was just to feed the animals, as easy as can be He didn't know their habits, that was the funny part But when the feeding time came round he had to make a start He went into the lion's den and offered it a bun The lion smiled and then got wild and his day's work was done.
Another early 20th century Music Hall song remembered in the late 20th century by the traditional singers of south-east England. It was written an composed by the prolific TW Connor
Sources:
- Entries in the Roud Indexes at the Vaughn Williams Memorial Library: https://archives.vwml.org/search/all:single[folksong-broadside-books]/0_50/all/score_desc/extended-roudNo_tr%3A12908
- Kilgarrif Sing Us
- Lyrics: monologues.co.uk
As sung by Frank Evans
Last Updated on April 1, 2022 by John Baxter | Published: June 20, 2020