| EVERYTHING IS BEAUTIFUL IN THE GARDEN | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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When I got married a year ago, I took a house up in Pimlico Talk about troubles without any ending The windows fell out and the roof wanted mending The landlord won't do any repairs The rats have gnawed holes in the stairs And one night I heard a most terrible yell As clean through the ceiling my old woman fell Ahhh, Chorus: But everything is beautiful in the garden Everything is quite beyond compare There the dustmen never come, and the flowerpots seem to hum Oh, it's beautiful, beautiful there! I wouldn't stick in the house at all, But for our garden, altho' it's so small I've tried to dig it up times without number But all I can grow there is old boots and lumber A fine cemetary for cats The neighbours come there to shake mats I've put tons of chloride of lime down the drains And you ought to see it - for, straight, when it rains - Chorus: But everything is beautiful in the garden Everything is quite beyond compare Like the Lea it overflows And then you've got to hold your nose Oh, it's beautiful, beautiful there! My country cousins came up one day And my old woman asked them to stay They wouldn't sleep in the cellars or attics Because they were frightened they'd cop the rheumatics So I got the needle and said 'If you can't put up with your bed, You'd better sling out of it, if you don't mind And sleep out the back, for I'm certain you'll find - Chorus: But everything is beautiful in the garden Everything is quite beyond compare You'll soon get used to the drains, And there's the dusthole when it rains Oh, it's beautiful, beautiful there!' Monday the landlord said, 'Bill, look here You'll pay your rent or you've got to clear!' He's not a man who will be contradicted So yesterday evening he had us evicted He said, 'Now, I won't be too hard I'll put all your sticks in the yard.' So out went our bed and our table and things And we roost with the cats whilst the old woman sings, Chorus: But everything is beautiful in the garden Everything is quite beyond compare We can lay and sniff the breeze And hunt for spiders 'stead of fleas Oh, it's beautiful, beautiful there! |
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| Written and composed by H. Leighton - 1897 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Performed by Harry Kent | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||