Now some say hopping’s lousy, I don’t believe it’s true
For we only go down hopping to earn a bob or two
With my tee-i-o, tee-i-o, tee-i-ee-i-o
Oh when I went a-hopping, hopping down in Kent
I saw old mother Riley a-sweeping out her tent
With my tee-i-o, tee-i-o, tee-i-ee-i-o
Now every Monday morning just at six o’clock
You’ll hear the old hoppers calling, ‘Get up and boil your pots’
With my tee-i-o, tee-i-o, tee-i-ee-i-o
Now Sunday is our washing day, don’t we wash it clean
We boil it in our hopping pots and hang it on the green
With my tee-i-o, tee-i-o, tee-i-ee-i-o
‘Well, do you want any money?’, ‘Yes, sir, if you please
To buy a hock of bacon and a pound of mouldy cheese’
With my tee-i-o, tee-i-o, tee-i-ee-i-o
Now here comes our old measurer with his long nose and chin
With his ten-gallon basket and don’t he pop ’em in
With my tee-i-o, tee-i-o, tee-i-ee-i-o
Now when our old pole-puller he does come around
He says ‘Come on, you dirty old hop-pickers, pick ’em up all off the ground’
With my tee-i-o, tee-i-o, tee-i-ee-i-o
Now hopping is all over, all the money's spent
And don’t I wished I never went a-hopping down in Kent
With my tee-i-o, tee-i-o, tee-i-ee-i-o
Oh I say one, I say two, no more hopping shall I do
Tee-i-o, tee-i-o, tee-i-ee-i-o
Well I say one, I say two, no more hopping shall I do
Tee-i-o, tee-i-o, tee-i-ee-i-o
I say one, I say two, no more hopping shall I do
Tee-i-o, tee-i-o, tee-i-ee-i-o
And I say one, I say two, no more hopping shall I do
Tee-i-o, tee-i-o, tee-i-ee-i-o
Beautifully played and full of moving vocal performances, the Bay Area singer/songwriter's latest is a stellar work of art. Bandcamp Album of the Day Feb 3, 2023