MARY QUEEN OF SCOTS | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Would some kind person here like to adopt me I'm in a muddle and feel rather small My bloke, what's lately come into some money Took me tonight to a fancy dress ball He dressed me up in these togs, then he told me I should be Mary Queen of Scots Said that I'd mix with the Lords and the Dukeses And he'd introduce me to all the 'big pots' But he's left me now to roam And I don't know which way to go home. Chorus: I'm poor old Mary, Mary Queen of Scots I've been and lost my way And I don't know where to stay Miles and miles and miles I've walked And the cold has got into my chest Poor old Mary Queen of Scots Is looking for somewhere to rest. While I was jigging about in the ballroom I came down wallop on poor Charles the First Up rushed his missis, sweet Nell of Drury Lane She bunged my eye with an orange that burst Then somebody trod on my best Sunday bunion The band all stopped playing and shouted 'Encore' I looked as if I'd been mixed in a dog fight Bits of me lying all over the floor Then they caught me by the feet Threw me upside down into the street. Chorus: There was my bloke, mind you, dressed up as Shylock Splitting his sides at me, - oh what a sell But I'll have his pound of flesh when next I meet him And you bet I'll take some interest as well Oh, girls! I've just left a hard-hearted policeman 'Who are yer, Missis?' the brute to me said 'Mary Queen of Scots, sir,' I answered He said, 'You're a liar, cos I know that she's dead.' If my chap just came in sight I'd dance on his whiskers tonight. Chorus: |
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Written by Fred Godfrey & Vesta Victoria - 1907 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Performed by Vesta Victoria (1874-1951) | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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