Debra Cowan - McGinnis Gets a Job (trad) Lyrics
Last winter was a hard oneMrs. Riley did you hear?It’s well you should have known itIt’s been for many a dayYour husband wasn’t the only oneWho sat beside the wallMy old man McGinnisCouldn’t get a job at allChorus:So rise up, Mrs. RileyDon’t give away to bluesYou and I will cut a shineIn bonnet and new shoesHear the young ones cryNeither sigh nor sobWe’ll wait til times get betterAnd McGinnis gets a jobThe politicians promised themWork on the boulevardTo work with pick and shovelLoad stone on the cartSix months ago they promised themThis work we’d surely getI tell you my good womanThey are promisin’ it yetBad luck to them EyetaliansI wish they’d stayed at homeWe’ve plenty of our own kindTo eat up all our ownThey come like bees in summertimeSwarmin’ here to stayAnd contractors they hire themFor forty cents a dayThey work upon the railwaysThey shovel snow and slushThere’s one thing in their favorEyetalians never get lushThey bring their money home at nightTake no dinner wineThat’s one thing I wish I could sayFor your old man and mineNow, springtime is a-comin’And work we’ll surely getMy man’ll get his job againHe makes a handsome clerkI’ll see him climb the ladderAs nimble as a foxYes he’s the one to handleThat old three cornered box
