THE MYSTERY OF A HANSOM CAB
 
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One night, 'twas in a thoroughfare, well known in London Town
A hansom cab came driving by, which had the windows down
It seemed to be a mystery, and went at such a pace
That people stopped and looked awhile, then, shouting out, gave chase.

Chorus: Stop the cab; stop the cab, whoa, whoa, whoa,
Somebody hold the horse's head, and don't leave go
Nevertheless they had to confess, although they made a grab
They couldn't discover the mystery of a hansom cab.


Said one 'I wonder what's inside, I think it is a man'
Another fetched his opera glass, the mystery to scan
A masher standing on the curb, then gave a sudden start
And said 'Bai Jove! I'll take my oath, that cab contains a tart.'

Chorus:

This firm opinion soon was shared, by more than two or three
Said one, 'A man's there squeezing her, she's sitting on his knee'
Just then a fearful scream rang out, and then they heard a fall
Said one, 'He's murdering her I know, here Bobby! Dash it all'

Chorus:

The valiant Bobby stopped the cab, and said, 'what's the to do?
Cabby where are you driving?' Said the Cabby, 'To the Zoo'
And who's your fare? Cabby, it's a monkey, ne'er a doubt
He's nearly terrified to death, to hear his brothers shout.

Chorus: Stop the cab; stop the cab, whoa, whoa, whoa,
Somebody hold the horse's head, and don't leave go
Nevertheless they had to confess, although they made a grab
There wasn't so much of a mystery in the hansom cab.
 
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Sung by Walter Munroe (d. 1914)
Written and composed by E.W. Rogers & A.E. Durandeau
 
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