TIDDY-FOL-LOL!
 
Nellie Power
 
There's a party I know, tiddy fol lol, tiddy fol lol,
He considers he's a beau, tiddy fol lol, tiddy fol lol,
He's no lardy dardy swell,
Though he looks and dresses well,
For he lives at an hotel, tiddy fol lol, tiddy fol lol.

He's got ten thousand a year, tiddy fol lol, tiddy fol lol,
Moustachios down to here, tiddy fol lol, tiddy fol lol,
And at pic-nic, fete, or ball,
With the ladies great and small,
He is the don of all, tiddy fol lol, tiddy fol lol,

He keeps racehorses and hounds, tiddy fol lol, tiddy fol lol,
Has a shooting box and grounds, tiddy fol lol, tiddy fol lol,
At the Theatre he's the sage,
For he goes behind the stage,
Flirting with some charming page, tiddy fol lol, tiddy fol lol,

He drinks champagne at the bar, tiddy fol lol, tiddy fol lol,
Smokes Intimidad cigars, tiddy fol lol, tiddy fol lol,
When he canters down the mile,
The duchesses all smile,
They do so like his style, tiddy fol lol, tiddy fol lol,

He's been single all his life, tiddy fol lol, tiddy fol lol,
Though it's thought he wants a wife, tiddy fol lol, tiddy fol lol,
But his parent gained renown,
As a tailor up in town,
And his ancient name is Brown, tiddy fol lol, tiddy fol lol.
 
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Written and composed by Tom Brown & Fred Bullen - 1870
Performed by Nelly Power (1854-1887)
From monologues.co.uk Music Hall Lyrics Collection
 
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