The British Workman and the Government

Hold my hand, Auntie, Auntie,
Auntie, hold my hand!
I feel I’m going to be naughty, Auntie
and you don’t seem to understand.

Hold my hand and love me, Auntie,
love your little boy!
We want to be loved, especially, Auntie,
us whom you can’t employ.

Idle we stand at the kerb-edge, Auntie,
dangling our useless hands.
But we don’t mind so much if you love us, and we feel
that Auntie understands.

But wages go down, and really, Auntie,
we get a pretty thin time.
But so long as we know that Auntie loves us
we’ll try to act up sublime.

Hold my hand, Auntie, Auntie,
Auntie, hold my hand!
Perhaps I’m going to be naughty, Auntie,
and you don’t seem to understand.