Poor Wee Jockey Clarke

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Richard Thompson - Pop

Poor Wee Jockey Clarke

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[Verse 1] Oh, poor wee Jockey Clarke He sells the News and Star He whistles and he sings As he paddles through the glaur Of all newspaper sellers He's the best of all the lot If he'd only make a jacket Out his father's old coat [Verse 2] Well, Jockey's father took a dram As you may understand He was a tyrant to his wife And a plague unto the land And oft times by the neighbours He was called a drunken sot For his little bitter bairnies Are neglected and forgot [Verse 3] Yes, says Jockey to his mother "Lod, woman, I do think shame You'd think I'd ne'er a father Nor a mother or a hame My clothes they are so ragged Not a hale stitch have I got Would you try and make a jacket Of my father's old coat?" [Verse 4] Oh, the jacket it was made And it was uncommon braw It was a grand protection Against the rain and snow The pouches in particular Oh, Jockey's mind did please They would hold a stane of tatties With the greatest of ease [Verse 5] Oh, says Jockey to his mother "Lod, woman, I do think shame You'd think I'd both a father And a mother and a hame My clothes they are so neatly Not a ragged stitch I've got Since you've made me up the jacket Of my father's old coat"

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