Get Up

When I was young and under ten A silly wee fool was I The morning that I left the school I heard my mother cry Chorus: Get up, get out, you lazy lout Get into your working clothes Up to your knees in oil and grease And a grindstone to your nose I bought me a clock, a pretty good clock To help me to tell the time It awakened me every morning With a very poetic rhyme I married me a wife, a pretty good wife And kept her many a year Come what may, she'd begin each day By whispering in my ear Now some get to lie as long as they like They're luckier men than me I never get to lie very long I'm only four foot three