Bellowhead Album

Here's to the baker I must bring him in
charges tuppence a loaf and he'll think it no sin
when he do bring it in it's no bigger than your fist
and the top of the loaf is popped off with the yeast

And honesty's all out of fashion
these are the rigs of the times, times me boys
these are the rigs of the times

Here's to the butcher I must bring him in
he charges fourpence a pound and he'll think it no sin
slaps his hand on the scale-weight to make it go down
he swears it's good weight when it wants half a pound

And honesty's all out of fashion
these are the rigs of the times, times me boys
these are the rigs of the times

Here's to the tailor who skimps on our clothes
and the shoemaker who pinches our toes
so our bellies go empty our backsides go bare
it's no wonder we've reason to curse and to swear

That honesty's all out of fashion
these are the rigs of the times, times me boys
these are the rigs of the times

Now the very best thing that the people could find
is to huff them all up in a high gale of wind
and the wind it will blow and the cloud it will burst
and the biggest old rascal come tumbling down first

Honesty's all out of fashion
these are the rigs of the times, times me boys
these are the rigs of the times

I looked to the east, I looked to the west
I saw John Ball a coming a calling
With four blind horses riding in the clouds
To look on the other side of Jordan

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Pull of your old coat and roll up your sleeves
Jordan is a hard road to travel I believe

Thunders in the clouds, lighting in the trees
What do you think that I told him?
It's goodbye son 'til the next kingdom come
And I'll meet you on the other side of Jordan

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The ladies of England have made a big address
About slavery and hardships according
They better look at home to their own white slaves
They're starving on the English side of Jordan

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There were snakes in Ireland not many years ago
St Patrick saw the vermin all a crawling
But with his shillelagh he hit them on the head
And he drove them 'cross the other side of Jordan

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And Jonah spent three days in the belly of a whale
Three days and two nights then according
He tickled him with a straw which caused him to laugh
And he chucked him on the other side of Jordan

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Up London City I made my way,
up Cheapside I chose to stray,
where a fair pretty maid I there did meet,
and I greeted her with kisses sweet.

(x2)
I was up to the rigs,
down to the jigs,
up to the rigs of London Town.

She took me to some house of sin,
and boldly then she entered in,
proudly for supper she did call,
thinking that I would pay for it all.

(x2)
I was up to the rigs,
down to the jigs,
up to the rigs of London Town.

The supper over the table clear,
the waiter brought white wine and red,
the waiter brought white wine and red,
and a chambermaid prepared the bed.

I was up to the rigs,
down to the jigs,
up to the rigs of London Town.

Between the hours of one and two,
she asked me if to bed I'd go,
immediately I did consent,
and along with this pretty maid then I went.

(x2)
I was up to the rigs,
down to the jigs,
up to the rigs of London Town.

Her cheeks were white, her lips were red,
I kissed her as she lay in bed,
as soon as she was fast asleep,
out of the bed I did creep.

(x2)
I was up to the rigs,
down to the jigs,
up to the rigs of London Town.

I was up to the rigs,
down to the jigs,
up to the rigs!

I searched her pockets and there I found,
a silver snuff box and ten pound,
a golden watch and a diamond ring,
well I took the lot and then I locked her in.

(x4)
I was up to the rigs,
down to the jigs,
up to the rigs of London Town.

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I was up to the rigs,
down to the jigs,
up to the rigs of London Town.

Come young man and listen to me,
if you meet a pretty girl then use her free,
use her free but don't get pied,
remember me when I was up Cheapside!

(x2)
I was up to the rigs,
down to the jigs,
up to the rigs of London Town.

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I was up to the rigs,
down to the jigs,
up to the rigs of London Town.

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Oh lift him up and carry him along
Fire Marengo, fire away
Sit him down where he belongs
Fire Marengo, fire away

Stow him in his hole below
Fire Marengo, fire away
And stay he must but then he'll go
Fire Marengo, fire away

Oh screw that cart and screw it down
Fire Marengo, fire away
Let's get back home to Liverpool town
Fire Marengo, fire away

When I get back to Liverpool town
Fire Marengo, fire away
I'll cast a line to little Sally Brown
Fire Marengo, fire away

I'll haul her high, I'll haul her low
Fire Marengo, fire away
I'll bust her locks and make her go
Fire Marengo, fire away

Oh Sally she's a pretty little craft
Fire Marengo, fire away
And sharp to the fore and rounded aft
Fire Marengo, fire away

Lift him up and carry him along
Sit him down where he belongs

Oh Sally she's a pretty little craft
And sharp to the fore and rounded aft

As I walked out alone one day
All in the merry month of May
I met an old man on my way
All in the morning early

His head was bald his beard was grey
His cheeks were like the mortal clay
I asked him how he came that way
All in the morning early

My name is Death oh don't you see
Lords, dukes and squires bow down to me
And you must come along with me
All in the morning early

I'll give you gold and riches rare
I'll give you costly robes to wear
I'll give you all my earthly share
If you'll spare me a little while longer

Lady leave your robes aside
No longer glory in your pride
No more in life you may abide
So come along with me

And then the mortal toll was paid
And all alone this pretty maid
By death so cruelly was betrayed
And we all come stumbling after