Lyrics:
When I was young and under tenA silly wee fool was IThe morning that I left the schoolI heard my mother cryGet up, get out, you lazy loutGet into your working clothesUp to your knees in oil and greaseAnd a grindstone to your noseI bought me a clock, a pretty good clockTo help me to tell the timeIt awakened me every morningWith a very poetic rhymeI married me a wife, a pretty good wifeAnd kept her many a yearCome what may, she'd begin each dayBy whispering in my earNow some get to lie as long as they likeThey're luckier men than meI never get to lie very longI'm only four foot three