BILLY BROWN
 
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We've heard a lot about the Scot
Of Sandy and his Jean
There's lots of songs of Ireland's wrongs
And wearing of the Green
But not one word is ever heard of the lad of London Town
And so I'm going to sing to you of Mister William Brown
William Brown of London Town
He's a nut, oh tut-tut.

Chorus: He's Bill-Bill-Billy Billy Brown
Of Putney, Piccadilly, Camden Town
He's a bit O.T. Oh ha-ha-ha-hee
Who's that swaggering along the street?
Who's that giving all the girls a treat?
Why, that's good old Billy Brown of London Town


And should he spend the odd weekend in doing gay Paree
He's simply huge on the Moulin Rouge, Bal Tabarin and Follies
And down the bois he strolls - ma fois - or enters a Maxim
The girls all say 'Oh regardez! Milord Sir Brown that's him'
There he is. Funny phiz! Red whiskeur! Brown says, 'Je suis

Chorus: Bill-Bill-Billy Billy Brown
Of Putney, Piccadilly, Camden Town
Oh qu'il est joli! Oh ha-ha-ha-hee'
Who's that wishing all the girls, bon soir?
Entente cordiale and au revoir
Why, that's good old Billy Brown of London Town


When England needs the men she breeds,
And there's fighting to be done
No matter where, you'll find him there, the man behind the gun
In Khaki kit he'll do his bit, to keep the flag on high
And if he can he'll do and live, if not he'll do and die
Who goes there? Friend or foe?
Halt Take care, don't you know

Chorus: Bill-Bill-Billy Billy Brown
Of Putney, Piccadilly, Camden Town
He's the boy for me. Private Brown V.C.
Who's that charging in the face of death?
Who's that cheering with his dying breath?
Why, that's good old Billy Brown of London Town

 
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Written and composed by Walter Davidson/Bertrand Davis/Harry Fragson
Performed by Harry Fragson (1869-1914)
 
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