SOME LADY'S DROPP'D HER CHIGNON
 

In passing through the Quadrant,
Today in Recent Street;
Some dear bewitching beauties,
I had the luck to meet:
In the middle of the pavement
A chignon caught my eye,
I stuck it on my cane, and thus
Addressed the passers by -

Chorus: Some lady's dropped her Chignon,
A lovely head its been on;
A charmer, fair has lost her hair,
Some ladys dropped her Chignon.

I assure you 'tis the truth, as
These simple words I said,
The hand of every lady
Was popp'd up to her head;
The swells all laugh'd and seem'd to think
It was a jolly game,
As I held up the Chignon
And continued to exclaim. -

Chorus:

I noticed that a damsel,
Who seemed a little dazed;
Rushed forward, hesitated,
And on the Chignon gazed:
I'd have sworn she was the owner,
By the flatness of her head;
But still held up the Chignon,
And still these words I said. -

Chorus:

I knew she'd like to have claim'd it,
But had a sort of dread;
She wildly gazed a second,
Then in despair she fled.
While I beside a lamp-post
To keep alive the game,
Still held aloft the Chignon,
And continued to exclaim -

Chorus:

We little know what swindles,
Go on behind the scenes;
I'll keep the chignon for her sake,
If free from Gregarines.
And those who will wear chignons,
I'd caution every dear;
To see they're fixed on tightly,
Or else perhaps they'll hear -

Chorus:

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