Rigs Of The Time (Traditional) Performer(s): Maddy Prior and multiple other artists
O, 'tis of an old butcher, I must bring him in He charge two shillings a pound, and thinks it no sin Slaps his thumb on the scale-weights and makes them go down He swears it's good weight yet it wants half a pound Singing...
Honesty's all out of fashion These are the rigs of the time Time, my boys These are the rigs of the time
Now the next is a baker, I must bring him in He charge fourpence a loaf and thinks it no sin When he do bring it in, is not bigger than your fist And the top of the loaf is popped off with the ye'st Singing...
Honesty's all out of fashion These are the rigs of the time Time, my boys These are the rigs of the time
No wonder the butter be a shilling a pound See the little farmer's daughters, how they ride up and down If you ask them the reason, they'll say: "Bone', alas There's a French war and the cows have no grass Singing...
Honesty's all out of fashion These are the rigs of the time Time, my boys These are the rigs of the time
O the next is a publican, I must bring him in He charge fourpence a quart, he thinks it no sin When he do bring it in, the measure is short The top of the pot is popped off with the froth Singing...
Honesty's all out of fashion These are the rigs of the time Time, my boys These are the rigs of the time
Here's next to the tailor who skimps with our clothes And next the shoemaker who pinches our toes We've nought in our bellies, our bodies are bare No wonder we've reason to curse and to swear Singing...
Honesty's all out of fashion These are the rigs of the time Time, my boys These are the rigs of the time
Now the very best plan that I can find Is to pop them all off in a high gale of wynd And when they get up, the cloud it will bu'st And the biggest old rascal come tumbling down first Singing...
Honesty's all out of fashion These are the rigs of the time Time, my boys These are the rigs of the time
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