Adam Buckham O (Percy Snowdon)

Adam Buckham O,
Oh it's up an' doon the lang stairs, in an' oot the close;
all in Baker’s Entry Adam Buckam knows.
O Adam Buckham O, with his bow legs.
Nanny carries water, la, la, la
Tommy cobbles shoes,
but Adam Buckham gans aboot gath’rin in the news.
Jackie’s sellin' besoms, la la la
Mary feeds the goats,
but Adam doon the Quay side gabblin' round the boats.
O Adam Buckham O, with his bow legs.
He’s a lazy good-for-nowt, they're sayin' in the street;
they’re go’n to starve old Adam, sayin':
Who don’t work dn’t eat.
O Adam, poor Adam, starved Adam, his poor legs.
Adam Buckham O, but
he's a clever fella, him, as sure as eggs in eggs,
in spite of all 'is gabblin' and them geet daft bandy legs;
scare ‘im with a great big stick, or threat’n him with a ban,
you’ll never scotch old Adam 'cause 'e's always got a plan.
O Adam Buckham O, with 'is bow legs.
Oh, rich old Donkin's daughter's getting’ married, so it goes,
but who's the happy bridegroom? Adam Buckham knows.
Adam's wife, she’s got a son with dainty feet and toes:
but where'd 'e get 'is legs from? Adam Buckham knows.
O Adam Buckham O, with 'is bow legs.