ANY OLD RAGS (Paul O’Brien)

I’m the rag and bone man

And I have a good heart

I roam all your streets

With my old horse and cart

I’m looking for cloths

Too old to wear

Or a lampshade or doll

Or the granny’s old chair

Any old rags, any old rags

I call out as we do the rounds

Any old rags, any old rags

I turn your old rags

Into shillings and pounds

If you’ve any old trousers

Or any old sheets

You can swap them with me

For money or sweets

Go tell your mammy to

Clear out the press

I’ll give you bulls-eyes

For her old wedding dress

My horse was a chestnut

But now she’s a gray

The poor things half dead

At the end of the day

Bit I won’t have another

I promised her true

When he’s finished working

I’ll finish up too