A penny every day that I have saved
Imagine the sweets that I can buy
Come Saturday morn at nine o'clock
Gives love away to good little boys
Gobstoppers in my pockets
Day after day I save my pennies

For families in those days
Of her childhood days
I always take my time to choose

The nice little lady old and gray

I stand on the cold stone street
And sugar that looks like sand
Brown sugar in my hand

With glasses and shawl
Who do as they are told
With six pennies of my own

Lollies you suck that last all day
The sweets that I'll be taking home
To buy myself some sweets
She's always telling stories
To spend at the toffee shop
She couldn't buy the things I can