Watercress - O

At five o'clock on a Sunday neet

There's a man comes walkin' down our street

You may hear him out in front of the row

Crying, "Tuppence a basket, watercress-o!"

Watercress-o, watercress-o

Crying, "tuppence a basket, watercress-o!"

Oh, come on, mam, it's time for tea

Go and get tuppence and give it to me

So I may go out in front of the row

And fetch a little basket of watercress-o

Watercress-o, watercress-o

And fetch me a basket of watercress-o

Oh, kid, you don't know what you're asking of me

If I'd got tuppence, I'd be sure to give it thee

So thou could go out in front of the row

And fetch a little basket of watercress-o

Watercress-o, watercress-o

And fetch me a basket of watercress-o

Our dad's on strike, kid, can't you see?

He scarce brings home enough to feed us wi'

And though it pains me to tell you "no"

You'll have to do without your watercress-o

Watercress-o, watercress-o

You'll have to do without your watercress-o

We're all in the union down our street

So maybe he won't come back another week

For till the strike is over, he might as well know

He'll not sell much of his watercress-o

Watercress-o, watercress-o

He'll not sell much of his watercress-o