We Re Servants of the Country and Our Duty Is to Serve

We’re servants of the country and our duty is to serve

But we don’t think we ever get the credit we deserve

Whenever we are needed we are at your beck and call

But no one ever writes a song to praise we men at all.

Chorus (ALL)

The butcher the baker, the grocer the tailor,

the milk and copper if you ever zig zag

The Fireman, the dustman, conductor, the waiter,

the sweep and the doctor with his little black bag

We try to do the things that you, want us to do

And its out fate, you often want to put it on the slate

The butcher the baker, the grocer the tailor,

the milk and copper if you ever zig zag

The Fireman, the dustman, conductor, the waiter,

the sweep and the doctor with his little black bag

Butcher:

I do my best with what I get no matter what occurs

But my meat isn’t half as tough as some of my customers !

Baker:

I do quite well in making cakes and bread as you may know

For we’re the boys who carry on and try and make some dough !

Chorus (individual with actions)

The butcher the baker, the grocer the tailor, etc

Grocer:

I work to serve each one of you the moment I awaken

Through me you waltz down every street when bringing home the bacon

Tailor:

Don’t blame me if your son comes home with suits that look a sight

We only make it as he wants for the customer is always right.

Chorus

The butcher the baker, the grocer the tailor, etc

Milkman:

I bring the milk each morning for each mum dad son and daughter

And on my honour all we use is just a little water !

Policeman:

I guard the shops of all these boys remember there I’ll be

And all I hope at Christmas time that they remember me

Fireman:

If there’s a fire well you can bet I know what I’m about

And if its well insured tell me , and I won’t put it out

Dustman:

A dustman’s job is very grim no matter where I go

But how that filth gets I your house I’ll never ever know !

Chorus

The butcher the baker, the grocer the tailor, etc

Conductor:

In Winter Spring or summer it is always just the same

If we run late or are full up it’s me that get the blame

Waiter:

You grumble when the soup is cold or when the steak is tough

If you could see the way its cooked you’d never touch the stuff

Chorus

The butcher the baker, the grocer the tailor, etc

The Sweep

I do my job so perfectly as everybody knows

You never see one spot of soot on Santa Claus’s clothes

Doctor:

I cure the flu, I keep an eye on head and heart and liver

And with the help of this I’m always right there to deliver !

Ending . . .(everyone)

The butcher the baker, the grocer the tailor,

the milk and copper if you ever zig zag

The Fireman, the dustman, conductor, the waiter,

the sweep and the doctor with his little black bag

slowly

We try to do the things that you, want us to do

And / its / our/ fate,

you often want to put it on the slate

( slate into key change !)

(Individually)

The butcher the baker, the grocer the tailor,

The milk and copper if you ever zig zag

The Fireman, the dustman, conductor, the waiter,

The sweep (turn and point)

and the doctor with his little black bag