IT'S A SORT OF THING WE READ ABOUT
 

I'm going to sing a little song,
If you will list to me;
It's not too short and not too long,
But that you'll quickly see:
I don't say my song will please you,
Tho' your verdict I don't fear.
In fact, it's a sort of song you read about.
But very seldom hear.
It's a sort of song you read about.
But very seldom hear.

I knew a girl called Angeline,
Who lived in Regent Street;
She'd the loveliest of figures and
The smallest of small feet;
Such pearly teeth and ruby lips,
And raven locks had she.
In fact, a sort of girl you read about,
But very seldom see.
A sort of girl you read about,
But very seldom see.

I loved her, and she loved me too,
And soon became my wife;
Now we're happy as the day is long,
And always free from strife:
Should I stay out late, she never scolds,
She's as quiet as can be.
In fact, a sort of wife you read about,
But very seldom see.
A sort of wife you read about,
But very seldom see.

The Federals and Confederates,
In America you know;
Seem just as much inclined to fight,
As they were two years ago;
Some say that this disastrous war,
At an end will shortly be;
Its a sort of thing we read about,
But fear we'll never see.
A sort of thing we read about,
But fear we'll never see.

The Prince of Wales' baby has
Again arrived at home:
And the Newspapers report that he's,
The loveliest baby known;
Such a handsome face and noble brow,
And smart young chap is he.
In fact, its a sort of kid you read about;
But very seldom see.
Its a sort of kid you read about;
But very seldom see.

To supply the babe with milk,
A cow was sent, till he got home;
And the Mayor of Hull paid any amount,
To call the cow his own;
I don't know if aught particular,
About the cow there be.
P'rhaps its a sort of cow we read about,
But very seldom see.
A sort of cow we read about,
But very seldom see.

Encore Verses

In Liverpool, the Davenports,
Have come to sudden grief:
For in spirits, except with water mixed,
The folks have no belief;
Their Cabinet was smashed to pieces, so
Let this a warning be;
To humbugs that we read about,
But seldom wish to see.
Humbugs that we read about,
But seldom wish to see.

There's the great Chetwynd divorce case,
Which of course you all have read;
How the husband thought it not amiss.
To punch his poor wife's head;
Tho' her conduct mind, I don't excuse,
She's just as bad as he, - in fact,
They're a couple that we read about,
But very seldom see.
A couple that we read about,
But very seldom see.

For the Surrey Theatre sufferers,
I mention with great pride;
That the Daily Telegraph,
Their fifty guineas did subscribe.
I consider this a generous act,
For they've come down handsomely;
With a sum you often read about,
But very seldom see.
A sum you often read about,
But very seldom see.

The robbery at Walker's shop,
I think shows great neglect;
On the part of the policeman,
Who our property should protect;
But you know that its a well known fact,
And I'm sure you'll all agree;
That a bobby, when he's wanted,
You can very seldom see.
A bobby, when he's wanted,
You can very seldom see.

I think I'll now conclude my song,
And p'rhaps you'll say it's time;
Tho' I hope I've not displeased you,
With my little bit of rhyme;
And now that I have done, I hope,
You'll say this much of me,
That I'm the sort of chap you read about,
But very seldom see.
I'm the sort of chap you read about,
But very seldom see.

 
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Written and composed by Arthur Lloyd - 1865
Performed by Arthur Lloyd (1840 - 1904)
From monologues.co.uk Music Hall Lyrics Collection
 
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