OH MISTER PORTER
 
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Lately I just spent a week with my old Aunt Brown
Came up to see the wond'rous sights of famous London Town
Just a week I had of it, all round the place we'd roam
Wasn't I sorry on the day I had to go back home.
Worried about with packing, I arrived late at the station
Dropped my hat box in the mud, the things all fell about
Got my ticket, said good-bye “Right away” the guard did cry
But I found the train was wrong and shouted out,

Chorus: Oh Mr Porter what shall I do
I want to go to Birmingham
And they're taking me on to Crewe
Send me back to London as quickly as you can
Oh Mr Porter what a silly girl I am.
The porter would not stop the train.


But I laughed and said, “You must
Keep your hair on Mary Ann, and mind that you don't bust”.
Some old gentleman inside declared that it was hard
Said, ”Look out of the window, Miss and try and call the guard.”
Didn't I, too, with all my might I nearly balanced over
But my old friend grasp'd my leg, and pulled me back again
Nearly fainting with the fright, I sank into his arms a sight
Went into hysterics but I cried in vain,

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On his clean old shirtfront then I laid my trembling head
“Do take it easy, rest awhile,” the dear old chappie said
“If you make a fuss of me and on me do not frown
You shall have my mansion, dear, away in London Town.”
Wouldn't you think me silly if I said I could not like him?
Really he seemed a nice old boy, so I replied this way
“I will be your own for life, your immy doodle um little wife
If you'll never tease me any more I say.

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Written and composed by George Le Brunn
Performed by Marie Lloyd (1870-1922)
 
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