The Champion Dung Spreader

[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