OH! I SHALL CALL DADA.
 
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I am going to tell of a charming belle,
Such a nice young gal, and sweet as Muscatelle;
She'd a fair, fair skin, and her father was in —
The City Militia.
I called on her Dada one day, something important I'd to say,
His daughter said he was away; So I couldn't see her Dada,
Dada,dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada.

I blush'd to my nose when I saw sweet Rose,
Oh! how often I'd lacked the courage to propose;
Not knowing what to say, I invited her to play,
A toon from some Op-e-ra.
I put my arm around her waist, her lovely lips I long'd to taste,
Said she, you'd best retire in haste;
Or I shall call Dada,
My dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada.

Oh, said I, my dear your dada's not here,
But believe what I say, my darling is sincere;
I consider you divine, say will you be mine,
Or I'll jump into the aqua.
She answered in a voice so bland, your haste, sir, I must reprimand,
Youve got my heart, but for my hand;
You mast ask my Dada,
Dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada.

Next morning I went for her pa's consent,
When he gave me a look of great astonishment;
Said he, I never knew that the girl loved you,
You can have her, said I,' huzza'
Now nothing ever can annoy our wedded life, and oh, what joy,
We've lately got a little boy;
I'm teaching to say. Dada,
Dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada.

 
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Written and composed by Arthur Lloyd - 1873
Performed by Arthur Lloyd (1840 - 1904)
From monologues.co.uk Music Hall Lyrics Collection
 
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