It made me eyes water...
When I was pickling me pickles
One night in the shed last week.
Me fingers was stinging with vinegar:
And me feet of pickles did reek.
Me girl friend said, 'don't come near me'.
It's no wonder I'm lonely and sad.
The pickles are spoiling my life here,
And making me feel right sad.
I'll tell 'Vinegar Vera', I'm leaving.
To get a proper job on the site.
I'll carry some bricks on me shoulders,
And show them everything will be right.
Till then, I've so much to pickle,
In the shed where I spend all my time.
And the hour on the clock keeps sticking,
So I cannot see the right time,
Is it nine, or quarter to or past?
Written by Keith Rylance 82