UP CAME JOHN
 
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Our John 'e is a constable, he's got a lovely beat
A pair of great big leather boots he wears upon his feet
The other night a feller and a pretty little thing
Were standing at the garden gate canoodle-oodling.

Chorus: When up came John with his big boots on
In his uniform, Oh he looked a don
Just as he was kissing her and telling lots of lies
Up come John and took a tip and shut his eyes.


Up in the little top back room a candle was alight
A lady fair and forty was retiring for the night
Just as she was taking off her falderols and lace
A chap below stood laughing till he nearly cracked his face.

Chorus: When up came John with his big boots on
In his uniform, Oh he looked a don
He pushed his truncheon in his face and set the chap to rout
Back come John and saw her put the candle out.


A lot of little kids were playing 'banker' t'other day
Their language was enough to take a cabman's breath away
John put his nose around the corner one kid saw the cop
He grabbed the banker's halfpenny as he shouted, 'Here's a slop.'

Chorus: So up came John with his big boots on
In his uniform, brprprprprprprprp!
With eagle eye and grim determination on his face
Up come John and had a penny on the ace.
 
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Words and Music by Bob Cole and J. Rosamund Johnson
Performed by Tom Woottwell (1865-1941)
 
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