| THE HOUSE THAT JERRY BUILT | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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My wife is a woman and like all the rest Bound to be scheming something for the best She had a desire a few months ago To live in the suburbs of London you know She went out in search and very soon found An Agent who showed her the houses all around They settled on one, after a good hunt In the Gothic style - and a garden in front.
Chorus: And there's the cat that ate the rat And the servant girl's not fat And there's children with the cramp Because the place is always damp And there's workmen always nigh And the plumber always dry And through the roof, you see the sky In the house that Jerry built. Red brick and church windows look very nice And the place some might think is a paradise Other sweet things in the Gothic style but The doors like the windows will never quite shut If the wind's the wrong way, it's really no joke We're smothered to death with volumes of smoke But there we all sit and shiver with cold Or up in some shawls or blankets we're rolled.
Chorus: It's nice don't you know, at night when in bed For the rain to come through and drop on your head And the wife of your bosom to sit up and jaw While you rush about, and mop up the floor Another nice thing that worries your brains Is the whistle that's from a few passing trains An old cock that crows will give you delight And also a dog that howls half the night.
Chorus: Through the walls you can hear what your neighbours say And when they commence the piano to play The five finger exercise and other sweet things A cornet sometimes a friend of theirs brings You feel just as if, you could tear out your hair Or at your dear wife you could say a sweet prayer For she, yes, the woman's the cause of it all When the water taps froze and the children squall
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| Written and composed by T.S. Lonsdale & William G. Eaton - 1887 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Performed by James Fawn (1850-1923) | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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