FOUR FINGERS AND A THUMB
 
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A small machine but grand is a human being's hand
Four simple fingers and a thumb
Yet deeds of stirling worth are performed upon this earth
By four little fingers and a thumb
There's the baby, pretty dot, wants the scalding hot tea-pot
In it's four tiny fingers and a thumb
Later on it's hard to cheer - it may want a pot of beer
In it's four grown-up fingers and a thumb.

Chorus: Four fingers and a thumb
They can make the yellow boys come
They can sign the teetotal
They can shift neat rum
Build a mighty city, or a Jew's harp strum
Show your affection for a chum
Make a fellow talk when he's dumb
There's nothing in the world so handy
As four fingers and a thumb.


Master Tommy, if you please, goes to rob the apple-trees
With his four naughty fingers and a thumb
When he sees old Farmer Dick come towards him with a stick
In his four massive fingers and a thumb
Away then Tommy goes, and up to his little nose
Go his four fingers and a thumb
But alas! if he get's 'copped', there's a hand upon him dropped
Like forty thousand fingers and a thumb.

Chorus:

One fellow cut's a dash with another fellows cash
In his four thieving fingers and a thumb
Or else his little game is to sign his master's name
With his four clever fingers and a thumb
He does the lardy-dah, picks a half-a-crown cigar
With his four jewelled fingers and a thumb
But he doesn't think it cokum when it comes to picking oakum
With his four pilf'ring fingers and a thumb.

Chorus:

Tommy Atkins fights the wars that are waged in England's cause
With his four plucky fingers and a thumb
And it is too bad, upon my word, to put a tin-pot German sword
In his four willing fingers and a thumb
He may fight and he may die, he may lose a limb or eye
Or his four precious fingers and a thumb
But if he lives long enough, he may hold the workhouse duff
In his four poor old fingers and a thumb.

Chorus:

A maiden, so sedate, stands and holds the garden gate
With her four dainty fingers and a thumb
While the other pretty hand is embraced, you'll understand
By four manly fingers and a thumb
'Oh, name the day,' says he, 'When your heart you'll give to me
And your four darling fingers and a thumb.'
She names it, pretty one! and a few years later on
There's a house full of fingers and of thumbs.
 
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Written and composed by Eldred Powel - 1895
Performed by Charles Coborn (1852-1945)
 
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