On the first day of March it was raining/It was raining worse than anything that I have ever seen/I drank ten pints of beer and I cursed all the people there
And I wish that all this raining would stop falling down on me
And it's lend me ten pounds, I'll buy you a drink
And mother wake me early in the morning
At the time I was working for a landlord/And he was the meanest bastard that you have ever seen/And to lose a single penny would grieve him awful sore
And he was a miserable bollocks and a bitch's bastard's whore
