Moving Father's Grave They're moving father's grave to build a sewer They're moving it regardless of expense. They're moving his remains to lay down nine-inch drains To irrigate some rich bloke's residence. Now what's the use of having a religion? If when you're dead you cannot get some peace 'Cause some society chap wants a pipeline to his tank And moves you from your place of rest and peace... Now father in his life was not a quitter And I'm sure that he'll not be a quitter now. And in his winding sheet, he will haunt that privy seat And only let them go when he'll allow. Now won't there be some bleedin' consternation, And won't those city toffs begin to rave! But it's no more than they deserve, 'cause they had the bleedin' nerve To muck about a British workman's grave. Note: A classic epic of the class struggle recorded on Clancy Bros in Ireland RG
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