by Gerry Hamill (1919) I'm the bloke that's trained to sit Behind the public stamp machines When you come to post a letter in the rain 'Ow I laugh to 'ear the curses As they fiddle in their purses For a penny piece that won't pop out again. It’s me job to put the rolls of stamps behind the little slot So you get one when you pokes your money through. 'Ow I giggle at the slangin' And the nasty tempered bangin' If it don't come out when it's supposed to do. If the stamp machines gets busy I put up me 'empty' signs, Then I makes me tea and 'as a little snack, But the stream of filthy language Doesn’t put me off me sangwidge 'Cause I'm taught to smile and never answer back. Now, the proper way to buy a stamp is from the counter clerk, Who provides a queue where you can 'ang about; If you don't know any better Than to write your flippin' letter After five, then you deserve to go without.
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