1 LETS ALL GO TO THE MUSIC HALL
Lets all go to the Music Hall
Where the stars are always gay and bright.
Lets all go to the Music Hall,
Where the stars are twinkling every night!
Whether you’re in the gallery,
The front stalls, or the pit!
Whether you’re in the red plush stall!
When the day is nearly done,
And you’re wanting lots of fun,
Lets all go to the Music Hall!
2 GORGONZOLA CHEESE
Oh! That Gorgonzola cheese!
Must have been unhealthy I suppose.
For the old tom cat fell a corpse upon the mat,
When the ‘Niff’ got up its nose;
Talk about the flavour of the crackling on the pork,
Nothing could have been so strong,
As the beautiful effluvia that filled our house,
When the Gorgonzola cheese went wrong.
3 DON’T HAVE ANY MORE, MISSUS MOORE
Don’t have any more Missus Moore,
Missus Moore please don’t have any more.
The more you have the more you want they say,
But enough is as good as a feast any day.
5 TWIGGY VOO
Twiggy voo, my boys,
Twiggy voo?
Well, of course, it stands to reason
That you do.
All the force and meaning in it,
You can tumble in a minute,
Twiggy voo, my boys, Twiggy Voo!
NAUTICAL SCENA
6 ALL THE NICE GIRLS LOVE A SAILOR
All the nice girls love a sailor,
All the nice girls love a tar;
For there’s something about a sailor –
For you know what sailors are.
Bright and breezy, free and easy,
They’re the Ladies pride and joy.
For they love a Kate or Jane,
Then its off to sea again,
Ship ahoy Sailor Boy.
WE PARTED ON THE SHORE
So we parted on the shore
Yes, we parted on the shore –
He said “Goodbye, to me,
I’m off to Baltimore –
Then he kissed me on the ship
And the crew began to roar –
“Heeley ho!” “Heeley ho”
And we parted on the shore.
WHO KEEPS HOUSE FOR THE LIGHTHOUSE KEEPER?
Who keeps house for the Lighthouse keeper,
When the Lighthouse keeper’s daughters
Doing light house keeping?
Gee-oh-Gosh-oh-Gee
That’s what worries me!
I know that the Lighthouse keeper must take care,
And while he’s taking care, she’s alone somewhere!
But who takes care of the Lighthouse keeper’s daughter
While the Lighthouse Keeper’s busy taking care?
BY THE SEA
By the sea, by the sea, by the beautiful sea
You and I, you and I, Oh! How happy we’ll be –
When each wave comes rolling in
We will duck or swim,
And we’ll float and fool around the water
Over and under and then up for air,
Pa is rich, Ma is rich, so now what do we care!
I love to be beside, your side, beside the sea
Beside the seaside, – by the beautiful sea!
IF ITS A LADY, THUMBS UP!
If its a lady thumbs up
If its a lady thumbs up.
Don’t start kicking up a row
Kicking up a row – just say Wow! Wow!
If its a lady, all right
Everything is sure to be sublime
If she whispers in your ear –
“Hold me tight Georgie dear”
Thumbs up! Everytime!
WHAT SHALL WE DO WITH THE DRUNKEN SAILOR?
What shall we do with the drunken sailor?
What shall we do with the drunken sailor?
What shall we do with the drunken sailor?
Early in the morning.
Put him in a long boat till he’s sober,
Put him in a long boat till he’s sober,
Put him in a long boat till he’s sober,
Early in the morning.
Way hey and up she rises,
Way hey and up she rises,
Way hey and up she rises,
Early in the morning.
LET HIM GO LET HIM TARRY
Let him go, let him tarry
Let him sink or let him swim,
He doesn’t care for me
Nor I don’t care for him,
He can go and get another
That I hope he will enjoy,
For I’m going to marry
A far nicer boy!
7 ARE WE TO PART LIKE THIS BILL?
Are we to part like this, Bill,
Are we to part this way?
Who’s it to be, ’er or me!
Don’t be afraid to say;
If everythings over between us,
Don’t never pass me by,
‘Cos you and me still friends can be,
For the sake of the days gone by.
8 COME JOSEPHINE
Come Josephine, in my flying machine,
Going up, she goes, up she goes.
Balance yourself like a bird on a beam
In the air she goes, there she goes!
Up, up, a little bit higher.
Oh my! the moon is on fire.
Come Josephine in my flying machine,
Going up, all on, Goodbye.
FLYING TRAPEZE
He’d fly through the air
With the greatest of ease,
The daring young man
On the flying trapeze.
His movements were graceful
All girls he could please,
And my love he’s stolen away.
UP IN A BALLOON
Up in a balloon, up in a balloon,
All among the little stars sailing round the moon.
Up in a balloon, up in a balloon,
It’s something awful jolly to be up in a balloon.
9 WHEN I LEAVE THE WORLD BEHIND
I’ll leave the sunshine to the flowers,
I’ll leave the Springtime to the trees;
And to the old folks I’ll leave the memories
Of a baby upon their knees.
I’ll leave the night-time to the dreamers,
I’ll leave the songbirds to the blind
I’ll leave the moon above to those in love
When I leave the World behind.
RAILWAY SCENA
14 WILL YOU LOVE ME WHEN I AM MUTTON?
Will you love me when I am Mutton,
As you do now I am Lamb!
Ba! Ba! Black sheep tell me do – tell me do?
Will you love me when I’m Mutton,
Like a true and faithful Ram,
Or, will you tell me
I’m too tough to chew!
17 YOU’VE GOT A LONG WAY TO GO
You’ve got a long way to go,
You’ve got a long way to go
Its no use banging your blooming drum
And shouting “Sinners, oh, will you come!’
I like to hear you say “‘you’re going to glory, Flo!”
If you’re only as far as Piccadilly,
You’ve got a long way to go!
19 MORNING PROMENADE
When I take my morning promenade,
Quite a fashion card, on the promenade.
Oh I don’t mind nice boys staring hard
If it satisfies their desire.
Do you think my dress is a little bit,
Just a little bit – not too much of it,
Though it shows my shape just a little bit
Thats the little bit the boys admire.
COCKNEY SCENA
24 KNEES UP MOTHER BROWN
Knees up Mother Brown! Knees up Mather Brown!
Come along dearie let it go!
EE-I-EE-I-EE-I-OH!
It’s yer blooming birthday
Let’s wake up all the town!
So, knees up, knees up!
Don’t get the breeze up,
Knees up Mother Brown.
HELLO HELLO WHO’S YOUR LADY FRIEND
Hello, Hello who’s your lady friend,
Who’s the little girlie by your side!
I’ve seen you with a girl or two!
Oh-Oh-Oh-I am surprised at you!
Hello, Hello, stop your little games!
Don’t you think your ways you ought to mend?
It isn’t the girl I saw you with at Brighton!
Who, Who, Who’s your lady friend.
WHERE DID YOU GET THAT HAT?
Where did you get that hat?
Where did you get that tile?
Isn’t it a nobby one and just the proper style?
I should like to have one just the same as that!
Where’er I go they shout Hello! Where did you get that hat?
I LIKE PICKLED ONIONS
I like picked onions,
I like Piccalilli
Pickled cabbage is alright
With a bit of cold meat on a Sunday night.
I can go tomatoes,
But what I do prefer
Is a little bit of Cucum-i-cum-u-cum
A little bit of Cucumber.
I’M FOLLOWING IN FATHER’S FOOTSTEPS
“I’m following in Father’s footsteps,
I’m following the dear old dad.
He’s just in front with a fine big gal,
So I thought I’d have one as well.
I don’t know where he’s going,
But when he gets there I’ll be glad!
I’m following in Father’s footsteps,
Yes I’m following the Dear Old Dad!”
BARROW BOY
All my life I’ve wanted to be a Barrow Boy
A Barrow Boy I’ve always wanted to be.
I gets me livin I stick to it with pride
I’m a Coster, a Coster from over the Lambeth side.
I turn my back upon the high society
Take me where the ripe bananas grow
They’re only a dozen a shilling
Thats how I gets my living
I ought to have been a Barrow Boy years ago.
HOLD YOUR HAND OUT YOU NAUGHTY BOY!
Hold your hand out, you naughty boy!
Hold your hand out, you naughty boy!
Last night in the pale moonlight,
I saw yer! I saw yer!
With a nice girl in the park,
You were strolling full of joy,
And you told her you’d never kissed a girl before,
Hold your hand out, you Naughty Boy.
IF YOU FANCY IT
I always hold in having it if you fancy it,
If you fancy it – that’s understood!
And suppose it makes you fat,
I don’t worry over that!
’Cos, a little of what you fancy, does you good!
MY OLD MAN SAID FOLLOW THE VAN
My old man said, follow the van,
Don’t dilly dally on the way!
Off went the cart with the home packed in it,
I walked behind with my old cock Linnet,
But I dillied and dallied, dallied and dillied,
Lost the van and don’t know where to roam.
I stopped on the way to have the old half quartern,
And I can’t find my way home.
ANY OLD IRON
Any old iron, any old iron,
Any, any, old, old iron?
You look neat, talk about a treat,
You look dapper from your napper to your feet.
Dress’d in style, brand new tile,
And your father’s old green tie on,
But I wouldn’t give you tuppence for your old watch chain,
Old iron, old iron!
WHAT A MOUTH
What a mouth! What a mouth! What a North and South!
Blimey what a mouth he’s got!
When he was a youngster, Oh! Lord Lovell,
Why, his poor old mother used to feed him with a shovel.
What a gap! Poor chap! He’s never been known to laugh,
For if he did it’s a penny to a quid,
That his face’d fall in half
WORK SONG
On Monday I never go to work,
On Tuesday I stay at home,
On Wednesday I don’t feel inclined,
Work’s the last thing on my mind.
Thursday, half holiday,
And Friday I detest,
Too late to make a start on Saturday,
And Sunday is my day of rest.
THE OLD KENT ROAD
“Wot cher!” All the neighbours cried,
Who’re yer goin to meet, Bill?
Have yer brought the street, Bill?
Laugh! I thought I should ’ave died
Knock’d ’em in the Old Kent Road!
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