My little son, song

John McCarron, singing in English
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Come my little son and I will tell you what we'll do
Undress yourself and get into bed and a tale I'll tell to you
It's all about your daddy he's a man you seldom see
For he's had to roam far away from home away from you and me.

Remember laddie he's still your dad though he's working far away
In the cold and the heat all the hours of the week on England's motor way.

When you fall and hurt yourself and you are feeling bad
It isn't any use to go a-longing for your dad
For the only time since you were born that he's had to spend with you
He was out of a job and he hadn't a bob he was signing on the brew.

Remember laddie he's still your dad though he's working far away
In the cold and the heat all the hours of the week on England's motor way.

Sure we’d like your daddy here sure it would be fine
To have him working nearer home and be with us all the time
But beggars can't be choosers so we’ll have to bear our loss
For we need the money your daddy earns a-working on the road.

Remember laddie he's still your dad though he's working far away
In the cold and the heat all the hours of the week on England's motor way.