My little red canaries saying something
Telling tales of hearts and mines a pumping
She remembers it well way down there
Cool dust in her feather hairs
She sees the man with his wooden hand
And picks his shoulder onto land
He started singing about his wife
And the woes and throes of his life
(And the woess and throes of his life)

Little Billy caught a cold
They didn't care he was getting old
Legs of bulrush an eggshell skull
A stomach that is emptiful
His master shot him an icy stare
He needs the work he doesnt care
He cuts his hands on the top
He'll get a beating when he lets it drop
(He'll get a beating when he lets it drop)

Charles I can't abide this dust
Leave the pit I simply must
I've seen enough I cannot stay
Why are you getting in my way
What do you mean I'm staying here
My love my darling I surely fear
You're wrong you're mad you joke you he
But why can't I see it in your eyes
(But why can't I see it in your eyes)

She unloads at an unloading post
Though crying little she cries the most, she
Senses something she looks around
She takes it in sight and sound
A trolley rattles down the track
Pulls with it a man on his back
His leg is caught, he screams and shouts
They never ever ever get out
(They never ever ever get out)

The canary flutters in his cage
He use'nt to
He's showing his age

He can feel his stomach though he's fed
His wings droop and he lolls his head