FRIDAY AFTERNOON
 
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Thursday night, 'twas my delight, until a week ago
To meet a fellah, a certain fellah
Who used to take me out for walks as far as Rotten Row
To talk about the stars, and all that sort of thing, you know
But oh, dear me, last Friday afternoon
I was in the Park, having such a lark
While the bandsmen played a lively tune
A certain party asked me if I'd meet him there again
And I said, 'Yes!' so

Chorus: Friday, Friday, Friday afternoon
That will be the time for me to sit with him and spoon
If he's going to talk of marriage
I hope he starts it soon
I'll make him chase me round the Park
On Friday afternoon.


Wednesday night, I used to write a note to say I'd meet
My Thursday fellah! a handsome fellah
Who used to talk in French and say I was his Belle Petite
Which - when he said it first, I thought was something good to eat
But oh! last Friday afternoon, my heart
Beat as fast as fast, half too fast to last
I knew I'd been stung by cupid's dart
'Specially when he asked me if I'd meet him there again
And I said, 'Yes! on,

Chorus:

Sunday night I'm going to write and quietly inform
My Thursday fellah! my hard-up fellah
My love for him is getting cold, instead of growing warm
And with a titled husband soon, I'll take the world by storm
And then on Friday-three-weeks, don't you know
With my Friday boy, life will be all joy
We'll be one - he wrote and told me so
Oh, aren't I glad he asked me if I'd meet him there again
And I said, 'Yes! on,

Chorus:
 
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Written and composed by Joseph Tabrar - 1900
Performed by Queenie Leighton (1872-1943)
 
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