Liverpool Lullaby - Judy Collins

Oh, you are a mucky kid

Dirty as a dustbin lid

When he hears the things that you did

You’ll get a belt from yer dad

Oh, you have your father’s nose

So crimson in the dark it glows

If you’re not asleep when the boozers close

You’ll get a belt from yer dad

You look so scruffy lying there

Strawberry jam tarts in your hair

In all the world you haven’t a care

And I have got so many

It’s quite a struggle every day

Livin' on yer father’s pay

The beggar drinks it all away

And leaves me without any

Although you have no silver spoon

Better days are coming soon

Our Nelly’s working at the loom

And she gets paid on Friday

Perhaps one day we’ll have a splash

When Littlewoods provide the cash

We’ll get a house in Knotty Ash

And buy your dad a brewery

Oh you are a mucky kid

Dirty as a dustbin lid

When he hears the things that you did

You’ll get a belt from yer dad

Oh you have your father’s face

You’re growing up a real hard case

But there’s no one can take your place

Go fast asleep for your mummy