| SISTER MARY JANE'S TOP NOTE | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Some people have money and others have brains But lots would like to have a voice like Sister Mary Jane's Your Patti and Albani in the rear must take a seat For penitrating quality you'll find it hard to beat Some say it's a soprano, but we're not quite sure of that She's one top note, a beauty, like the shrieking of a cat It's known to all the neighbours who reside around our way And when they think Jane's going to sing, they to each other say, Chorus: 'Sit back! Hold tight! Mary's going to sing She's going to try again to crack her throat It stops the birds a-singing and it sets the bells a-ringing Sister Mary Jane's top note.' She joined a class for singing but she never said a word About her only top note, such a thing they never heard She let it out one evening and the organist poor man Went flying through the window and away like mad he ran It twisted all the organ pipes and the boy who blew the wind Got jammed into the bellows hole and left his boots behind But Mary sat so saintly, for the poor girl didn't know She cleared her throat to sing again but everyone said, 'Woe,' Chorus: She sang at the Aquarium and all the people fled The manager went round and found that all the fish were dead The band, nor the conductor, never since a word have spoke They're all quite deaf, and out of work, with their tympanum broke It don't hurt Sister Mary, for she likes it, it appears But when we think she's going to 'chirp', we all stop up our ears If a train is slow in starting, she will give a little cough Bang goes Mary's top note and they all say, 'Now we're off.' Chorus: They stopped poor Mary singing, when the neighbours all could hear So she took the train to Southend just to practise on the pier She cleared her throat... then let it go with wondeful effect The machines all dropped to pieces and the pleasure boats got wrecked It tore the sails to ribbons and the sea-gulls couldn't quack The tide went out and people say it's never coming back When Mary goes to Southend now, the folk keep off the pier The black coons only sing one song and this is what you hear, Chorus: |
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| Written and composed by F. Bowyer & Ivan Caryll - 1896 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Performed by Louie Freear (1873-1939) | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Performed by Peggy Pryde (1869-1943) | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||