HERE COMES OLD BEAVER
 
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Ever since the day that I was twenty-one
My long whiskers fairly took the bun.
All the girls they make a fuss o' me
'Cause my whiskers tickle 'em you see.
Whenever I walk out
The girls they laugh and shout:

Chorus: 'Here comes old Beaver!
Beaver! Beaver! Beaver!'
All the little kids begin to shout:
'Ay! Ay! Ay! Does your mother know you're out?
'E must be Robinson's father
For 'e don't look worth a Caesar.
Baa baa black sheep, 'ave you any wool?
'Ere comes old Beaver!'

To a football match I went the other day
Just to see the Spurs and Chelsea play.
When I got there, strike me up a tree!
They asked me for to be the referee.
The crowd when me they saw
They laughed and with a roar:

Chorus:

T'other day Lloyd George sent a note to me;
Asked me for to go and 'ave a cup o' tea.
Off I went dressed up in me best
With my whiskers danglin' on me chest.
When Megan* spotted me
She laughed 'Ha! Ha! Hee! Hee!

Chorus:

Let's sing:
'Here comes old Beaver!
Beaver! Beaver! Beaver!'
All the little kids begin to shout:
'Ay! Ay! Ay! Does your mother know you're out?
'E must be Robinson's father
For 'e don't look worth a Caesar.
Baa baa black sheep, 'ave you any wool?
'Ere comes old Beaver!

Chorus:

* Megan - Lloyd George's daughter.

 
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Written and composed by George Crump / Neil McKay & Will Hyde - 1922
Performed by Harry Champion (1865-1942)
From monologues.co.uk Music Hall Lyrics Collection
 
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