Big Sammy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I started work up in Partick,
But my workmates were acting gey queer
For everything I laid my hands on
These were the words I could hear:

Chorus
'That thing belongs to Big Sammy,
The big fighting man of the toon,
If you touch it he nearly goes barmy,
So scram before Sammy comes roun'!'

I spotted some tools in a corner,
I lifted a shovel and pick,
Says a hulking big six-foot-two brickie:
'For heaven's sake lay them down quick!'

I went for some tea when the break came,
I walked in and lifted a cup,
The can boy near fell o'er the fire
And squealed like a six weeks' old pup:

I lifted a stool and I held it,
Says I: 'Where does big Sammy stay?
I don't care how big is Big Sammy,
I'll soon sort him out the day!'
I broke in and asleep by the fire
Was a man that weighed 34 stone,
With a stool in my hand I attacked him,
Says I: 'I'll soon stop them that moan:'

He slept all the while I attacked him,
My muscular strength was all gone,
When a woman rushed in and she's screaming:
'Would you not leave the poor child alone ?'

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'That child belongs to Big Sammy
The big fighting man of the toon,
If you touch it he nearly goes barmy,
So scram before Sammy comes roun'!'