THE MAN WAS A STRANGER TO ME | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
![]() |
|||||||||||||||||||||||||||
I never could get on with strangers somehow Strange faces I never could see Now I met a man in the street t'other day But the man was a stranger to me He said, 'What's the time?' So I pulled out my watch I said, 'Look for yourself - do, go on - I don't think it's going' He said 'Yes it is' In a tick after that it was gone As I opened my eyes, I said, 'How time flies!' My watch in his hand I could see And I'd a good mind to ask him to give it me back But the man was a stranger to me. One night up the street I was swanking about When a stylish young lady dashed by With a heavy portmanteau she'd been for the coal I could tell by the piece in her eye She said, 'Will you carry this for me please?' Well, I've carried parcels before And she was good looking, so I took on the job And I carried it home to her door The door opened wide. She said - 'Come inside Sit down and I'll make you some tea Are you fond of pastry?' - and I would have said yes But the girl was a stranger to me. |
|||||||||||||||||||||||||||
![]() |
|||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Written and composed by T.W. Connor - 1919 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Performed by George Formby Sr. (1877-1921) | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
|
|||||||||||||||||||||||||||
![]() |
|||||||||||||||||||||||||||
|