Gus Elen — A Nice Quiet Day The Postmans Holiday

I works just like a nigga and I isn't over strong And  I'm mostly on my Trotters all the time So  I'm glad when Easter Monday or a Whitsun comes along 'Cause a day of puffick rest is really prime So I lately took it easy 'cause I 'ad a day to spare Wiv  the wife and kiddies in their Sunday clothes 'Twas  a treat to make my mind up for a little country air And the pleasures of a quiet day's repose There  was me and the Missus, and the half a dozen kids Starting in the morning for the zoo 'Twas a precious way‚ you know‚ but we made our minds to go And we took the lot to Epping Forest too Highgate‚  Barnet, 'Ampstead, Peckham Rye At the Crystal Palace made a stay We got weary on our pins‚ and we lost the blooming twins But I'm glad we 'ad a nice quiet day The night before none of us thought o' getting into bed 'Cause we'd got all day tomorrow for the rest And 'alf the night was taken up in cutting meat and bread And in getting all the youngsters ready dressed I felt a bit lopsided 'cause I carried all the grub It's surprising what a lot the kids can peck And I got a gallon bottle full of porter from the pub 'Cause it balanced all the grub about my neck There was me and the Missus, and the half a dozen kids Climbing up the Monument so 'igh Then we played at Jack and Jill when we sampled Greenwich Hill And we 'ad a run to Chiswick bye and bye Acton, 'Endon‚ Kilburn, Kensal Green Loaded with the lilac and the may There was blisters on my heel, from an 'alf an inch o' steel But I'm glad we 'ad a nice quiet day 'Twas grand to see the London smoke from up the Monument When I'd dragged the pram-ber-lootor to the top As soon as I got up there to the bottom I was sent 'Cause the Missus let a beef-steak pudden drop And when we reached the Sur-pin-tine, the nipper tumbles in We 'eld 'im upside down a bit to drain And soon as we 'ad scraped the mud from off his nose and chin Well, blow me, if he don't fall in again There was me and the Missus, and the 'alf-a-dozen kids Wiv nuffink in the bottle but the bung But I gave the kids a treat when we got to Newgate Street 'Cause I showed 'em where their uncle 'e was 'ung West Ham, Wanstead, Woolwich, Walthamstow Reached a spot they called St Mary Cray And then I sez to Ma, 'Now we mustn’t go too far 'Cause I finks we've had a nice quiet day.' When I takes the Missus out to have a row just arter tea The nippers let a moocher pinch my coat And the owner of the weasel 'e was nasty like with me Becos I lost the bottom of 'is boat When we got home at closin' time, I 'adn't got a sou Except the shilling on the gallon jar And when we totters to the pub, for half a pint or two I smashes it against the blessed bar There was me and the Missus, and the 'alf-a-dozen kids Limping back to London froo the rain Sez a chap to me 'Oh, no, that ain't the way to Bow Go on a dozing miles and ask again' Lightning, thunder, 'ailing cats and dogs Water streaming off me all the way And to finish up the night, well, the Missus 'as a fight But I'm glad we 'ad a nice quiet day