I'VE NEVER LOST MY LAST TRAIN YET
 
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I'm a modest little maiden from the country
Where I'm living with my Mother quite alone
And its only very seldom she allows me
To betake myself to London “On my own”
For in town I have a sort of second cousin
Who enjoys to take me round to see the sights
And he always comes and meets me
At the station and he treats me
To the various Metropolitan delights.

Chorus: Yes, there's nothing half so sweet
As the days on which we meet
For he's quite the nicest boy I've ever met
But although I love a lark
In the day and in the dark
I have never lost my last train yet, Oh no
I have never lost my last train yet.


I admit I'm very fond of nature's beauty
Of the flowers and the birdies in the air
And the chickens and the ducks who gather round me
And the cattle who regard me with a stare
Now this sort of thing, no doubt is very charming
But its really getting very, very slow
And I'm longing for sensations
Such as gentle dissipations
Which I always find in London, when I go.

Chorus: For I've experienced what it is
To have quaffed a glass of “Fizz”
When you're supping with a gay and giddy set
And I've joined with one and all
In a Covent Garden Ball
But I've never lost my last train yet, Oh no
I have never lost my last train yet.

Now although I am as heartless as a lambkin
That has never heard of mint sauce in its “Puff”
I am getting somewhat sick of rural beauty
Or in other words I've had about enough
I should love to have a flat in Piccadilly
And to go and do exactly as I chose
For had I my habitation
In a West End situation
Then of course, I would not have a train to lose.

Chorus: Yes, I've learnt to know the bliss
Of a stolen little kiss
When you heave a sigh and softly murmur “Pet”
As you gaze into his face
Wrapt in amorous embrace
But I've never lost my last train yet, Oh no
I have never lost my last train yet.


Now a week or two ago I asked my cousin
To escort me to Boulogne - just for the day
Very soon we were on board the Marguerite, boys
And we had a fair old beano on the way
At Boulogne we found the fun was fast and furious
And of ways to pass the time there was no lack
We were feeling oh so happy
When I said “Look here old chappy
Don't you think it's time that we were getting back?”

Chorus: For when looking at the clock
I received a dreadful shock
On discovering the sun had gone and set
So a telegram I wrote
“Dear mamma I've missed the boat”
But I've never lost my last train yet, Oh no
I have never lost my last train yet.
 
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Written and composed by G. Rollit & George Le Brunn - 1912
Performed by Marie Lloyd (1870-1922)
 
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