On the Cut Words by Dave Boulton Music by Jeff Parton © 2005 His Worship and the Pig Recorded by His Worship and the Pig Well, it’s horses for courses now transporting’s gone On the cut, on the cut No more sweating and slaving for every ton On the cut, on the cut There’s no muck and mud and there’s no rutted roads On the cut, on the cut There’s no rocks and no shocks and no shedding of loads On the cut, on the cut There’s no gashes, no slashes, no scratches or scars On the cut, on the cut Or freezing your balls off out under the stars On the cut, on the cut Well there’s shade from the sun and there’s shelter from rain On the cut, on the cut And a little pot stove when the frost comes again On the cut, on the cut There’s no summer dust and there’s no winter grime On the cut, on the cut For young men turned old men afore it’s their time On the cut, on the cut And it’s gentlemen’s hours and it’s gentlemen’s ways On the cut, on the cut May Mr James Brindley be lauded and praised On the cut, on the cut On the cut, on the cut This song was part of a show called China Town which was written to celebrate the pottery industry based in and around Stoke-on- Trent. Recorded on : China Town by His Worship and the Pig (Cregreen Recordings CR08, 2005)