Old Susan sits spinning
Her lycra-mix yarn
Her cat on her head
And her cow in the barn
'tis many a year since her son
Went away for to fight for the King
'gainst the Frenchies they say
*chorus
And it's pull the wool
Turn the wheel
Let the yarn grow
By distaff and spindle
The euro must go
Her husband is drunk in
The spinney all day
He drinks all his cider
But there's bills to pay
The bailiffs are waiting
His farm to distrain
But still he is singing
This jolly refrain:
*chorus*
Old Susan is scratching
A card she has found
In the depths of her apron
She once paid a pound
The distaff has tumbled
As Old Susan screams
We've just one a million
On Las Vegas Dreams !!
*chorus*
And soon all the family
Is gathered around
The debts are all paid off
The finances sound
And now comes a knock
At the old wooden door
And a fine soldier son
Has come back home once more
*chorus*
**to be sung to the tune of "I had a wheelbarrow"
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