In the summer by the sea you will very often see
Cuthbert, Clarence and Claude.
Arm in arm they stroll along, mingling with the giddy throng -
Cuthbert, Clarence and Claude.
Cuthbert always wears the latest 'stop-the-traffic' ties;
Clarence's socks will kill at half a mile;
Claude you may identify by the eye-glass in his eye
Adjusted in the latest London style.
Cuthbert, Clarence and Claude.
They are the girls' delight,
They're a really wonderful sight
Wherever they go they cause quite (a sensation)
Strolling along the 'prom.'
With the air of a noble Lord,

1st time {And the folks all say as they pass that way
'There's Cuthbert, Clarence and Claude!'
2nd time {With ginger boots and penny cheroots
Go Cuthbert, Clarence and Claude.

In the evening on the pier, you perchance may over-hear
Cuthbert, Clarence and Claude.
Each one tells a damsel fair, how they've travelled ev'rywhere -
Cuthbert, Clarence and Claude:
Claude has been to Timbuctoo to see the people there,
Clarence sailed with Peary to the Pole,
Cuthbert owns a racing yacht, down at Cowes he's very hot,
In fact of Challenge Cups he's won a shoal.
Cuthbert, Clarence and Claude -
Nothing could make them quail,
Never a man turned pale,
So they went out for a sail (round the lightship)
But when the boat returned
They couldn't be seen on board,

1st time {For under a seat in a ghastly heap,
Lay Cuthbert, Clarence and Claude.
2nd time {'Twas the mayonnaise sauce at lunch of course,
Said Cuthbert, Clarence and Claude.

Quickly now the days go, soon they have to say good-bye -
Cuthbert, Clarence and Claude.
Each one bids a fond farewell, each one has a tale to tell -
Cuthbert, Clarence and Claude.
Cuthbert goes to Scotland for the shooting with the Duke,
Claude is booked to Lady 'Don’t-know-who',
Clarence feels most awf'ly bored, thinks perhaps he'll go abroad,
May-be to Paris for a week or two.
Cuthbert, Clarence and Claude.
They have gone back to town,
Though they were beautifully brown,
They only had half-a-crown (between three of them)

1st time {Now on an office stool
Dreaming of May and Maud,
With pockets bare and a weary air,
Sit Cuthbert, Clarence and Claude.
2nd time {Each at a dingy desk,
Chewing the end of a quill,
Earning their twenty-five bob a week
Sit Henry, Thomas and Bill

. (Note. The last two lines should be taken much slower)
Written and composed by Arnold Blake - 1912
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