These are the clothes that my big brother wore,
And his elder brother,
And his brother before.
These are the short pants which reach to the floor, For i'm much much shorter, than the brother before.
This is the hat, that he no longer wears,
For he has big brother, and now he wears theirs,
And the socks I put on, are in non-patching pairs,
And the jumpers have sleeves full of patches and tears.
Yes, this is the sole of my brother's shoe,
His big brother wore it, and his brother too
And my Mum said 'My boy, I shall give it to you.
It's an honour to walk, in your big brother's shoe'.
These are the clothes that no rag man would buy,
With holes that have holes through which seagulls could fly,
But I wear them and wish it was not always I,
Who's the younguest young brother, and the smallest small fry.
