Hoppin Down in Kent
Now Hopping's just beginning, we've got our time to spend,
We've only come down hopping, to earn a quid if we can.
With a tee-i-ay, an a tee-i-ay, tee-i-ee-i-ay!
Now early Monday morning, a-hoppin down in Kent,
I saw old Missus Riley, a-sweeping out her tent.
Then early Tuesday morning, the Measurer he comes round,
Now pick yer hops all ready and pick em off the ground.
Then early Wednesday motning, the Bookie he comes round,
All with a bag of money, and he'll flop it on the ground.
Saying "do you want some money?" "o yes sir, if you please
to buy a hunk of bacon, and a roll of mouldy cheese!"
An then it's Thursday morning, the Measurer he comes in,
With his ten-gallon basket, and don't ee pop em in!
For when ee starts his measuring, ee don't know when to stop
He'll jump right in the bloody bin and pinch the bloody lot!!
An then it's Friday morning, our washing day comes round
We takes em from the hopping pots and hangs em on the ground
An then it's Saturday morning that is our drying day
We takes em fro mthe hopping pots and hangs em in the sky
Now some say hoppings lousy, I do believe it's true
For since i've been down hopping, i've got a chat or two
Now hopping is all over, our money is all spent
I wish to God i'd never done, no hopping down in Kent
I says One!
I says Two!
No more hopping will I do!
With a tee-i-ay, tee-i-ay, tee-i-ee-i-ay!!