Scissors To Grind 1904

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 7 Aug 2008
2008

Down the street there comes a man
with a bell in his hand,
'Tain't no auction,
'tain't no rags,
but he's known all through the land,
You'll always hear that ding, dong, ding,
then you'll know that he's about,
and when he passes by your door,
you always hear him shout: What?

Scissors to grind,
Scissors to grind,
Bring out ev'rything that's dull
and don't leave none behind,
Scissors to grind,
Scissors to grind,
Ding, dong,
ding, dong,
Scissors to grind.

Scissors to grind,
Scissors to grind,
Bring out ev'rything that's dull
and don't leave none behind,
Scissors to grind,
Scissors to grind,
Ding, dong,
ding, dong,
Scissors to grind.

Some folks have an easy time,
trouble left way behind,
not the same with this poor man,
for his life is just a grind;
The automobile on his back
is enough to make him lame,
but still he's out most ev'ry morn
a shouting just the same: What?

Scissors to grind,
Scissors to grind,
Bring out ev'rything that's dull
and don't leave none behind,
Scissors to grind,
Scissors to grind,
Ding, dong,
ding, dong,
Scissors to grind.

Scissors to grind,
Scissors to grind,
Bring out ev'rything that's dull
and don't leave none behind,
Scissors to grind,
Scissors to grind,
Ding, dong,
ding, dong,
Scissors to grind.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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Scissors To Grind 1904
'To Miss Gladys Fisher, Boston'
Words and Music by Thos.S.Allen
© MCMIV by Walter Jacobs
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Thursday 7 August 2008 at 15.07
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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