Old Jarrow - Brinsley Schwarz

It rained all day, it rained all night

When Old Jarrow was born

He wore no suit of armour

In a field of blazing corn

Why don’t you track her?

Why don’t you sack her?

Why don’t you financially back her?

One more time around then, baby

Stone cold king in a court of glass

Said he loved Jarrow the best

And watermelon woman

Spat me out with all the rest

Then she told me

She told me so coldly

Somebody made a telephone call

And so they sold me

One more time around then, baby

Make a stand, drink a little wine

And eat if we get a job

Prostrated on the A road

We are asking

For over an hour

We gazed at the tower

I thought it was falling

But it was only a shower

One more time around then, baby

It rained all day, it rained all night

When Old Jarrow was born

He wore no suit of armour

In a field of blazing corn

Why don’t you track her?

Why don’t you sack her?

Why don’t you financially back her?

One more time around then, baby