With My Navvy Boots On

From Brad Tate

I was weary and tired, I been working all day,
To a cottage by the hillside I wandered my way
To a cottage by the hillside I wandered along
And I knocked at the door with my navvy boots on.

I knocked at the door and a voice from inside
Said: Is that you, my darling? Oh yes, love I cried.
He door it was open and the bed looked so warm
I jumped straight into bed with my navvy boots on.

It was early next morning I said, Goodbye, Miss.
She said, Oh my darling, don’t leave me like this!
She said, Oh my darling, you know you’ve done wrong
You have slept in my bed with your navvy boots on.

Now, twelve months went by and I never went back,
But the fair pretty maiden was well on my track.
She caught me and said, Sir, come and look at your son;
There he lies in his pram with his navvy boots on.

It was at the Police Court the Judge said, My man,
Are you guilty or not? I said yes sir, I am.
I done it with pleasure, a-thinking no wrong;
I done it in bed with my navvy boots on.