I'LL BE WID YER BYE AND BYE
 
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You talk about your lovely scent and roses sweet perfume,
Give me the gutter where for hours I squat,
And watch a little window pane that hides a dirty room,
Till the neighbours think I'm fairly off my dot;
Just behind that little window there's a donah gone on me,
And there I sit and whistle till her ugly mug I see.

Chorus: (whistle) Dear, I'm waiting for you here,
Every night at eight you'll hear me cry;
Then from the window up above,
You'll hear the donah that I love, (whistle)
I'll be wid yer bye and bye.

We ramble through these lovely meadows round in Collins street,
Have a sea-breeze at a fishy oyster store;
She tells me she is thirsty, so I buy myself a drink,
Then says she, 'I'm just as thirsty as before.'
I said, 'My dear, I'll wed yer if you'll pinch your father's till.'
So I'll call for her tonight, because she says perhaps she will.

Chorus:

I told her that I loved her, so she murmered, 'You're a liar.'
Then I gave her fifteen pence for one and three;
She said, 'My pretty button boots are never full of feet,
For I've got no button boots, you see.
I sneaked her new silk gamp and left her standing in the rain,
And tonight, for spite, I'll whistle at that window once again.

Chorus:
 
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Written, composed and performed by Tom Woottwell (1865-1941)
From monologues.co.uk Music Hall Lyrics Collection
 
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