OUR BILL



Our Bill has a concrete mixer,

He were coming home last night

When down the street he saw his house

With a sports car parked outside



Now he thought, Here's me going out to work

While my wife's at home ont' a job

So he thought he'd get her lover boy

And smash him up his gob



Then he thought, Now look here Billy lad

Use what's under your crop

So he up with his concrete mixer,

Fills the car right up to t' top



Then he got back in his cabin,

Sits as quiet as a mouse

And he sees the bloke coming to his car

But he comes from next door's house



Our Bill starts up his engine,

He'd never felt such a prat

He were down the road and a mile away

In twenty seconds flat



Ah, but if Bill had stayed a bit longer

He'd have seen his wife so sweet

Giving a kiss to her lover boy

As he cycled down the street.



So now his wife, she gets her oats,

And Billy feel a berk

For thinking his wife was having it off

While he was out of work.



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This is a common folk tale on both side of the Atlantic and is

always, at least according to the raconteur, based on fact. This

telling of the imaginative use of a concrete mixer is the work of

Lancashire's Bernard Wrigley.



Recorded by John Roberts and Tony Barrand on "Mellow with Ale

from the Horn", FHR-04

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