Lyrics

[Verse 1] Now some folks like to boast of their father's occupation Dustmen and the likes, and other situations That's so, our old man, working was 'is pride In 'obnailed boots and gaiters, and a dung fork at 'is side [Chorus] Hi, ho, fiddle-iddle-o, Chesterfield to Cheddar Hi, ho, the folks all know, he's a champion dung-spreader Now many years ago, when Dad was in 'is power With a mighty two-hand swipe he hit the old church tower "Lord help us," cried the vicar, "Tis the judgement come!" "Not so," said the verger, "Tis a hundredweight of dung!" [Chorus] Hi, ho, fiddle-iddle-o, Chesterfield to Cheddar Hi, ho, the folks all know, he's a champion dung-spreader [Verse 2] Now his aim was straight and true, when 'is arms start flailin' We'd all look out the way, when they girt brown lumps go sailin' Just leave our old man where the dung lies piled up thick And he'll make it fly for miles with 'is girt big blackthorn stick [Chorus] Hi, ho, fiddle-iddle-o, Chesterfield to Cheddar Hi, ho, the folks all know, he's a champion dung-spreader [Verse 3] Now as you all can see, father was quite contented He had the finest job, since work it was invented And when our old man laid him down to die In a forty acre field, with the dung piled six foot high [Chorus] Hi, ho, fiddle-iddle-o, Chesterfield to Cheddar Hi, ho, the folks all know, he's a champion dung-spreader Hi, ho, fiddle-iddle-o, Chesterfield to Cheddar Hi, ho He's the champion dung-spreader