THE COUNTRY CURATE
 
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I'm but a simple curate in a simple country town,
My habits they are simple and my simple name is Brown:
My simple people love me in their simple sort of way,
And my simple Sunday services are crowded twice a day.
The ladies of the parish are so very kind to me,
They send me little dainties for my dinner and my tea;
The elder ladies love me with a passion that is sweet,
The younger ladies work me simple slippers for my feet!

Chorus: And I like it! I like it!
It's awfully nice to be
A simple country curate
With a weakness for his tea.
My stipend it is slender,
But I've nothing much to do,
So I do it! wouldn't you?


I'm quite a leading planet at our charity bazaars,
I sip from little tea-cups, with the up-to-date mammas;
I talk about my flowers, my greenhouse or my rose!
They chatter of their babies, their measles and their clothes.
We sometimes have a concert, what you call a 'Monday pop'
I sing 'The Death Of Nelson' and 'A Little Bit Off The Top'
And when the concert's over I am sometimes asked to sup,
They put something in my soda and they call it 'Pick-me-up'

Chorus: And I like it! I like it!
It's awfully nice to be
A simple country curate
With a weakness for his tea.
I raise a strong objection,
But what are you to do?
If they make it you may stake it,
That I take it! wouldn't you?
 
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Written, composed and performed by Ronald Bagnall - 1908
 
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