C.A.R.R.O.T.Y
 
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My father did a bunk some time ago.
He had no money in the bank, you know.
All he left me for my share
Was a lovely head of carroty hair.
I knew I was my father's chum when it began to sprout.
It causes great excitement now whenever I go out.

Chorus x 2: And they all shout, 'Wotcha, Carroty!
What-wha-wha-what-what, Carroty!
Ain't your Barnet Fair OK?
Warms your hands on a wintry day.
Looks like a danger signal on a railway train, you see.'
C.A.R.R.O.T.Y, Carroty, that's me!


The other day, Lord bless my heart,
I was standing up against an ice-cream cart.
I heard the ice-cream merchant scream,
'You're melting all my icy cream!'
In the merry wintertime, the golden quids, they chink
My barnet boils his tin awhile, he sells hot winter's drinks.

Chorus x 2:

Last Coronation time, you know,
The neighbours thought they'd have a lovely show.
My carroty knob, without a doubt,
Put all their illuminations out.
I never have my haircut now, the reason may you need.
I stand beside the cab-rank wall, the horses have a feed.

Chorus x 2:

 
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Written and composed by John P. Long -1912
Performed by Harry Champion (1865-1942)
From monologues.co.uk Music Hall Lyrics Collection
 
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