Little by little and bit by bit

As sung by: Charlie Bridger, Stone-in-Oxney, Kent.1984.
For fish I went fishing one summer's day,
When a man came along and to me did say:
'Can't you see that notice, it's plain and clear.
These waters are private, you can't fish here.'
Little by little and bit by bit,
I said, 'I'm not fishing, though here I sit.
I'm only just drowning my worm in it.'
Little by little and bit by bit.

When I was a policeman, some years ago,
I tackled some burglars, my pluck to show.
They pinched me, they punched me,
They pinched my change,
They then sat me down on the kitchen range.
Little by little and bit by bit,
Those bars got red hot just where I did sit.
But I got three big stripes on my…arm for it.
Little by little and bit by bit.


My wife doesn't sleep very well, and so
I sing her to sleep with the lights turned low.
There's only one song that brings her repose,
So I sing it to her till to sleep she goes.
Little by little and bit by bit,
I came home one night and I had a great fit.
For I found she was teaching the lodger it.
Little by little and bit by bit.

My wife through my pockets goes every night,
So I thought I would stop her little game alright.
I took my money to bed with me,
And in my shirt sewed my LSD.
Little by little and bit by bit,
In the morning I woke and what do you think?
For in the wife's nightgown I'd fastened it,
Little by little and bit by bit.