Aye well it was in November and I never will forget
When the polises and the candy men at Oakey Hooses met
Johnny the Bellman he was there, a squintin roundaboot
And they put three men on every door to turn the miners oot

Oh, what would I do if I had the power mesell
I would hang the twenty candymen
And Johnny whey carries the bell

They went from hoose to hoose and then they put things on the road
But mind they didn’t hurt themselves carrying heavy loads
One would carry the poker oot the fender or the rake
But if they carried two at once it was a great mistake

Some of these dandy candymen were dressed up like a clown
Some had hats without a slice and some without a crown
And one of them that was with them aye I’ll swear that he was wors'
‘Cos every time he had to speak it was a laughable farce

Some of them had nee caps nor had nee buttons on their coat
And one of them had a bairnies ribbon wrapped around his throat
One of them had a pair of breeks belonging to a boy
One leg was a kind of tweed and the other was corderoy

Well next up comes the masters and I think they should be shamed
Depriving wifes and families of their comfortable hyems
And when you shift from where you live I hope you go to hell
Along with the twenty candymen and Johnny who carries the bell