MY WORD, JONES OF THE LANCERS
 
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I come from the army, the army I come from
I'm Jones of the Lancers and what not
They call me a picture, a picture they call me
Of solderly beauty what rot, rot
Astride of my charger I clearly look larger
Than mounted on foot. well I never
The ladies, God bless 'em, God bless 'em the ladies
They say I'm, they say I'm, However.

Chorus: I'm Jones of the Lancers well rather
They say I'm the pick of the lot
The Guards and such fellers
Use feet as propellers
But give me a Lancer, Eh what?
By Jove you should see me on duty
When booted and trousered and spurred
By gad I'm a oner, a ripper and stunner
A haw haw, a haw haw, My word.


They call me the major, the major they call me
It suits me by gad, it does really
They'll make me a colonel, a colonel they'll make me
I hope so, I hope so sincerely
My language is fearful, my men grow quite tearful
They think me so deucedly clever
I darn them and slang them and slang them and darn them
And darn them and slang them however.

Chorus: I'm Jones of the Lancers well rather
They say I'm the pick of the lot
The Guards and such fellers
Use feet as propellers
But give me a Lancer, Eh what?
By Jove you should see me on duty
When booted and trousered and spurred
By gad I'm a oner, a ripper and stunner
A haw haw, a haw haw, My word.

I'm A1 at polo, at Polo I'm A1
I ride like the devil Yes damme
I'll take on the yankees, the Yankees I'll take on
And show who the boss, Uncle sammy
I dance like a fairy, and Gertie and Mary
To waltz with me always endevour
For I hug them and squeeze them and squeeze them and hug them
And hug them and hug them however.

Chorus: I'm Jones of the Lancers well rather
They say I'm the pick of the lot
The Guards and such fellers
A gunner or sapper may dazzle a flapper
But women a Lancer, Eh what?
By Jove you should see me on duty
When booted and trousered and spurred
By gad I'm a ripper, a pusher, a pip-pipper
A bow wow, wow-wow-wow, My word.


Each morning the channel, the channel each morning
I swim like a duckling by Jove
To visit the Frenchmen, the Frenchmen to visit
I like both their food and their Lingo
The ships gather near me, they hail me, they cheer me
As each foaming billow I sever
With back stroke and sidestroke, and sidestroke and beaststroke
And sunstroke and sunstroke however.

Chorus: I'm Jones of the Lancers well rather
They say I'm the pick of the lot
Back me for a million to smash a civilian
When tackling the ladies, Eh what?
By Jove you should see me on duty
When booted and trousered and spurred
By gad I'm a daisy begorra be aisy
A hoo-doo how-do-do, My word.


With candour I'd mention, I'd mention with candour
I'm simply a nailer at cricket
When batting for England, for England when batting
I take all my meals at the wicket
My hitting! gigantic, the bowlers get frantic
To shift me they vainly endevour
With break-back and googly, and googly and break-back
And woa back and woa back however.

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Written and composed by Guy M. Eden & T.C. Sterndale Bennett - 1911
Performed by T.C. Sterndale Bennett (1882-1944)
 
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