I'M BASHFUL WHEN I'M BATHING IN THE BRINY
 
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I'm as bashful as can be,
Whenever a stranger looks at me,
I feel so shy, I want to fly,
Back home to my mama.
Each summer by the silvery sea,
To cure myself I try,
I like to go mixed bathing,
But somehow, I don't know why,

Chorus: I'm bashful when I'm bathing in the briny,
I'm bashful when I'm bathing in the brine,
I'm bashful, you can guess,
When I start to undress,
Clothes off, now cough, say 'Ninety-nine?'
I'm bashful when I'm bathing in the briny,
With nervousness my head it whirls,
I'm far too bashful to bathe among the men,
I always bathe among the girls.

Before I reached the age of ten,
I wasn't so shy or bashful then,
Each Friday night, to my delight,
My nurse gave me a bath.
She kissed me here, she kissed me there,
To think of it, wow-wow!
I don't know what would happen,
If she tried to do it now!

Chorus:

 
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Written and composed by Fred E. Cliffe & George Carney - 1920
Performed by Jack Cannot (1883-1929)
From monologues.co.uk Music Hall Lyrics Collection
 
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