UP SHE GOES
 
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Have you ever been aboard a steamer upon the ocean blue?
Where you'll feel alright, you do,
With a nice little girl beside of you.
You're attired in garments nautical, awfully smart you are
You stroll, with the roll, of a jolly old seasoned tar.
But presently you'll heave-ho, when the breezes begin to blow.

Chorus: And, up she goes, up she goes,
Before you know where you are.
Just like a shooting star,
Doesn't it seem peculiar?
'Ease her! stop her!
That is your one refrain,
But before you can say 'Hello, hello!'
Up she goes again.

Chorus: Up she goes, up she goes,
Before you know where you are.
Just like a shooting star,
Doesn't it seem peculiar?
'Ease her! stop her!
That is your one refrain,
But before you can say 'Hello, hello!'
Up she goes again.

If your darling wife is awfully jealous, your 'lady-friends you drop,
All your giddy ways must stop.
Or her temper will rise like ginger-pop.
Mister Jones calls round one evening and whispers with a wink,
For you, are reknowned for a night with a girl in pink.
But your wife overhears the lot, in a moment she yells out, 'What?'

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Written and composed by A.J. Mills and Bennett Scott - 1910
Performed by Whit Cunliffe (1876-1966)
From monologues.co.uk Music Hall Lyrics Collection
 
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