Hustle
Every ten year old needs a hustle
The cattle yards the Friday shuffle
The farmer need a sandwich for lunch
Or a horse they've got a hunch
I will run to get your dinner
Or place the bet for the sinner
It makes no difference to me
I am just hustling for a tuppenny
In the back door of bookie shop
Two Shillings I did drop
Over to the copper fiddle
For the ham off the griddle
I hand Paddy his slip and meat
A sixpence on the hustlers beat
Copyright © Sean Ferris | Year Posted 2020
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