BEEF, PORK, MUTTON
or 'The Butcher'
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There was a butcher boy, boy, boy,
And his sweetheart did enjoy, joy, joy,
To hear him always cry,
As he tabbered his steel to an old scotch reel;
Beef, Pork, Mutton will you buy, buy, buy?
Beef, Pork, Mutton will you buy?

The lass, this lad did court, court, court,
Was neither tall nor short, short, short,
But just about, so high,
She could listen with delight, though she heard him every night, cry;
Beef, Pork, Mutton will you buy, buy, buy?
Beef, Pork, Mutton will you buy?

Now Sally, which was her name, name, name,
Had a brother a sailor game, game, game,
For his country to fight and die.
He wished very much to stay but was forced to go away,
And said Sally I must say good-bye, bye, bye.
And said Sally I must say good-bye.

As he kissed his sister in the street, street, street,
The butcher going round with the meat, meat, meat;
Was obliged to eat humble pie,
To see a sailor smart, kiss his own little sweetheart; he cried,
Beef, Pork, Mutton will you buy, buy, buy?
Beef, Pork, Mutton will you buy?

When the sailor heard the sound, sound, sound,
He turned himself right round, round, round;
Till the butcher he did spy, in his eye a horrid stare;
There was vengeance gleaming there, as he cried,
Beef, Pork, Mutton will you buy, buy, buy?
Beef, Pork, Mutton will you buy?

Sally called on him to stop, stop, stop,
But he rushed away to his shop, shop, shop;
While a tear fell from his eye,
And he swore a dreadful oath; that either one or both,
At the earliest opportunity should die,die,die.
At the earliest opportunity should die.

He called on Sally that night, night, night,
When she saw him she trembled with fright, fright, fright;
He made an awful cry,
By the hair he seized the maid; Then flourishing his blade, cried,
Beef, Pork, Mutton will you buy, buy, buy?
Beef, Pork, Mutton will you buy?

He began to steel his knife, knife, knife,
Said he, I'm going to steal your life, life, life;
So prepare yourself to die,
He was just about to do't, when a heavy hobnail boot,
Elevated him ten feet high, high, high,
Elevated him ten feet high.

'Twas the sailor, who had come in time, time, time,
To prevent a fearful crime, crime, crime;
For outside he had heard the cry,
The kick turned the butchers brain; for he never could again, cry,
Beef, Pork, Mutton will you buy, buy, buy?
Beef, Pork, Mutton will you buy?

 
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Written and composed by Arthur Lloyd
Performed by Arthur Lloyd (1840 - 1904)
From monologues.co.uk Music Hall Lyrics Collection
 
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