We obey society's conventions

For fear there's much to lose

One of the unwritten rules

Is to at least try to wear shoes

 

You went barefoot like a peasant

A throwback to the days of old

I wondered about your welfare

I feared you might catch cold

 

You risked those feet on grass and stone

Burned one after dropping the kettle

The other was left hopping mad

After standing on a nettle

 

You went barefoot like a peasant

A throwback to the days of old

I wondered about your welfare

I feared you might catch cold

 

Wordsworth might have made you

The heroine he called Lucy

A child of freedom, wild and gay

Above all, carefree and juicy

 

You went barefoot like a peasant

A throwback to the days of old

I worried about your welfare

I feared you might catch cold

 

Those bare feet are a memory now

One day they ran off in a hurry

A traveller changed your native ways

A shoe salesman from Bury

 

You went barefoot like a peasant

A throwback to the days of old

I wondered about your welfare

I feared you might catch cold