There’s a saying around here: “Them uz ‘ave, will ‘ave,” meaning: Those who have, will have. It’s always been true, and is  moreso these days.

 

Them uz ‘ave, will ‘ave, ‘cos thi’ve got cleawt’,

Bur if th’art cowd n’ ‘ungry, on’ gets blotto,

Tha’ll get cawed neawt bu’ feckless workshy leawts,

‘Cos “Aw’m aw reet Jack” ‘s allus bin their motto.

 

Aye, them uz ‘ave, will ‘ave, ‘cos thi’ve got cleawt,

On’ tough on thee uz dun’t; tha maun go beawt!

 

Art th’owd folks cowd int’ winter?...thi dun’t matter!

Thi caun’t get seen in A n’ E these days,

E’en so, tha maun pay fer t’ turds on’ t’ piss in t’ watter,

While shareholders’ divvys pile up o’erseas.

 

Aye, them uz ‘ave, will ‘ave, ‘cos thi’ve got cleawt,

On’ tough on thee uz dun’t; tha maun go beawt!

 

Oh aye, wi’ ve getten cash fer planes on’ bombs

Dropped on Palestinian babbie’s yeds;

Wi’ “charity” money t’settlers steal their whoams;

Oh aye, fer that, wi’ve getten cash in sheds!

 

Aye, them uz ‘ave, will ‘ave, ‘cos thi’ve got cleawt,

On’ tough on thee uz dun’t; tha maun go beawt!

 

Eeh, what a theory is yon trickle deawn!

They’re pissin’ deawn wur backs on’ caw’n it rain;

It’s tricklin’ deawn aw reet in eawr sad town,

These folk know nowt but grief on’ bloody pain.

 

Aye, them uz ‘ave, will ‘ave, ‘cos thi’ve got cleawt,

On’ tough on thee uz dun’t; tha maun go beawt!

 

It’s blood, on’ sweat, on’ poor folk sheddin’ tears;

It’s that uz trickles deawn on t‘ workin’ class,

Just like it’s bloody done fer yur on yur,

Tha’s earnt tha rest; neaw tek it under t’ grass.

 

Aye, them uz ‘ave, will ‘ave, ‘cos thi’ve got cleawt,

On’ tough on thee uz dun’t; tha maun go beawt!

 

Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh 14th September 2024

Translation:

Those who have will have because they have clout,

But if you’re cold and hungry, and get drunk,

You’ll be called feckless workshy louts,

Because “I’m all right Jack” has always been their motto.

Chorus:

Yes, those who have will have, because they have clout,

And tough on you who don’t, you must go without.

 

Are the old folk cold in winter?...they don’t matter!

You can’t get seen in A and E these days,

But you still have to pay for the turds and shit in your water,

Whilst shareholders’ profits increase overseas.

Chorus:

 

Oh yes, we have money for planes and bombs

That are dropped on Palestinian babies’ heads;

Using charity money, the settlers steal their homes;

Oh yes, for that we have mountains of cash.

Chorus:

 

Oh what a theory is that trickle down!

They’re pissing down our backs and calling it rain;

It’s trickling down sure enough in our sad town,

These folk know nothing but grief and bloody pain.

Chorus:

 

It’s blood and sweat, and poor folk shedding tears;

That’s what’s trickling down on the working class,

Just as it’s done for year on year,

You’ve earned your rest; now take it under the grass.

Chorus:

Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh 14th September 2024