Sprinkle, sprinkle Water Cart
How I wonder what thou art
Never can I find you nigh
When the dust is deep and dry.
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When the clouded sun is set
And the streets with rain are wet
Then you wing your little flight
Sprinkling, sprinkling left and right.
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And when bright my boots are shined
Hands in costly kid confined
Rattling down the sodden street,
How you soak my hands and feet
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“The men employed on the water carts work according to the state of the
weather. Thus, in summer under a hot dry wind, they emerge at early morning
from the vestry yards and radiate over the parishes. During wet weather
some are employed in cleansing the roads, others in carting materials for
the contractors who supply the building trade. These are the hands who
find constant employment under one master at weekly wages ranging from
eighteen to twenty-three shillings. In justice to the contractors, I must
express my admiration of the carts, men, and horses used in this branch of
road labour.
“The accompanying illustration is a fair specimen of the modern water-cart
and its accessories. The cart is, I believe, protected by a patent, and is
assuredly of the most novel construction. The horse is typical of the class
of animal used for the work - large and powerful, so as to stand the strain
of incessant journeyings two and fro, and of the weight of water in the
tank. The man is a fair type of his class, being attired in a manner
peculiar to watering-men. Beyond the ability to groom and manage a
well-fed docile horse, nothing approaching skilled labour is required.
He sits on his perch all day long, only descending when it is necessary to
refill his cart at the hydrants.”
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