OUT IN THE OPEN
 
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I always like people open and free,
Underhand business would never suit me.
I'll tell you something to make your hair curl,
I saw a married man kissing a girl,

Refrain: Out in the open with everyone passing them,
Everyone passing them, shouting 'What ho',
She will be eighteen months old her next birthday,
So what does it matter? I'd just like to know.

The people next door to the house where I lodge
Do their own washing, an excellent dodge.
They've no back garden at all I suppose,
So in the front bit they hang out their clothes.

Refrain: Out in the open with everyone passing them,
Everyone passing them, shouting 'What ho'.
Everyone wears what you see on a clothes-line,
So what does it matter? I'd just like to know.

Down at the seaside last Summer I saw,
Lots of young people I'd not seen before.
Bathing together, young women and men,
Bobbing and bobbing and bobbing again.

Refrain: Out in the open with everyone passing them,
Everyone passing them, shouting 'What ho'.
The sea was so cold that they had to keep bobbing,
So what does it matter? I'd just like to know.

Once poor old Martha could not keep her feet,
So she fell down with a biff in the street.
Up came two ruffians named William and John,
Started to strip her of all she had on.

Refrain: Out in the open with everyone passing them,
Everyone passing them, shouting 'What ho'.
She was a cab-horse, they stripped off her harness,
So what does it matter? I'd just like to know.

I saw a nurse sitting under a tree,
Bouncing a baby about on her knee.
Up came a policeman and patted its' chin,
Baby said, 'Daddy', then started to grin.

Refrain: Out in the open with everyone passing them,
Everyone passing them, shouting 'What ho'.
He was off duty, and she was his missus,
So what does it matter? I'd just like to know.

One day I rode on the top of a bus,
Downstairs I heard someone making a fuss.
Just then a girl's voice in anger arose,
Shouting, 'Don't start till I've got on my clothes.'

Refrain: Out in the open with everyone passing them,
Everyone passing them, shouting 'What ho'.
She was a laundress with clothes in a basket,
So what does it matter? I'd just like to know.

 
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Written, composed and performed by Marriott Edgar (1880-1951)
From monologues.co.uk Music Hall Lyrics Collection
 
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