THE SCHOOL STRIKE
 
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What's the use of educating children
What's the use of giving us the hump
We have to learn to read and write
Arithmetic, geography, until it drives us nearly off our chump
We have to know the pennies in the shilling
We keep on counting, never seems to end
It wouldn't take us long to learn, we'd soon begin to know
If they'd give us all a shilling each to spend
Our teacher's got us frightened for our lives
‘Cos we didn't know what Henry the Eighth did with all his wives

Chorus: So we all came out on strike
Yes, we all came out on strike
All locked out, can't get in
We don't care, it only makes us grin
We don't want schooling
Teacher we shall never, never like
She's got the cane and always seems so healthy, strong and well
So we all came out on strike


Willie Jones's Father used persuaders
Whacked him till he nearly had a fit
Now, even if the school was open Willie couldn't go
Because upon his little form he couldn't sit
There's little Willie Johnson said his lawyer
Said we're a pack of traitors, if you please
And we say he's a blackleg, and so he always was
‘Cos he's got such awful grubby little knees
Grandma used to nearly make us (faint?)
And teacher tried to tell us all that isn't wasn't ain't

Chorus: So we all came out on strike
Yes, we all came out on strike
All locked out, can't get in
We don't care, it only makes us grin
We don't want schooling
Teacher we shall never, never like
She whacked poor Jimmy Johnson where his Mother put his patch
So we all came out on strike


There's lots of things that we can teach a teacher
Lots of things that teacher doesn't know
I bet that I can mind a baby better than she ever could
Or clean the boots, or darn or cook or sew
She doesn't know a thing of tops and marbles
I've never seen her bowling hula-hoop
She couldn't stand upon her head like me and brother Jimmy can
Or turn a Catherine Wheel or loop the loop
One day we drew a cat upon a slate
When teacher saw her name beneath the cat she (saw me late?)

Chorus: So we all came out on strike
Yes, we all came out on strike
All locked out, can't get in
We don't care, it only makes us grin
We don't want schooling
Teacher we shall never, never like
She told my brother Jimmy that he 'd have to wash his neck
So we all came out on strike.
 
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Written and composed by Lambert
Performed by Maidie Scott (1887-1966)
 
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