Moving Up the Cuts

by Barry Skinner
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With me bell bottomed trousers and me brass buckled belt
And me braces embroidered all around
With me moleskin waistcoat, and me fancy belt
It’s an outfit that suits me to the ground
Me mates in the cabin she’s brewing up the tea
With a long white apron way below her knee
She’s got her best bonnet on because it’s her birthday
As we go moving up the cuts
She’s got her best bonnet on because it’s her birthday
As we go moving up the cuts

I’ve travelled up the Junction for the best part of me life
And I will do for the rest of it
With sugar up to Bourneville or wheat for Townpox Bray(?)
Or back with coal from Whiteley pits
Me mates always helped me since the day that we was wed
We’ve had three children in our cross bed
We’ve been married now for forty years and never a cross word said
As we go moving up the cuts
We’ve been married now for forty years and never a cross word said
As we go moving up the cuts

Now the roses and the castles that decorate me boat
They were painted the last time we were docked
I put them into Braunston had the weekly boat
While they put my parents to the chocks
Frank Nurser did the paintings, as anyone can tell
He’s the best van Dyker on the whole canal
And if anyone says there’s a better pair I’ll tell ’em to go to hell
As we go moving up the cuts
And if anyone says there’s a better pair I’ll tell ’em to go to hell
As we go moving up the cuts

I suppose one day me boating, it will have to stop
By then I’ll know I’m past me prime
They’ll carry me up the Junction if they have to carry me fly
And by then I’ll know I’ve had me time
Wrap me in a canvas, put me behind the mast
Give me a clean road, won’t we travel fast
With the black crepe blowing in the wind this trip will be me last
I’ll have finished moving up the cuts
With the black crepe blowing in the wind this trip will be me last
I’ll have finished moving up the cuts
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