WAITING, WAITING, WAITING
 
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Waiting, waiting, waiting!
Was a friend of mine one night,
For a girl he loved most dearly,
And to whom he used to write.
He had arranged to meet her,
But, alas! to his despair,
In a note he said, 'Meet me tonight,'
But forgot to mention where!

Chorus: Waiting, waiting, waiting!
Tho' his best clothes he did don.
He stood waiting, waiting, waiting!
Till a policeman moved him on.

Waiting, waiting, waiting!
Is a soldier bold and true,
He is waiting for promotion,
And he says it's overdue.
But they flog him very often,
To the guard-room he's consigned,
But they never raise his rank a bit,
Tho' he's often raised behind.

Chorus: He is waiting, waiting, waiting!
And he grumbles every day,
While he's waiting, waiting, waiting!
Yet they never raise his pay.

Waiting, waiting, waiting!
Was a policeman on his beat,
For a pretty little cookey,
And a something good to eat,
The 'something' he expected,
Was a decent sized ham-bone,
Outside number two, that man in blue,
Was standing all alone.

Chorus: He was waiting, waiting, waiting!
But she'd found another flame,
He stood waiting, waiting, waiting!
But the ham-bone never came.

Waiting, waiting, waiting!
Is a lady fair and bright,
For a very precious spaniel,
Which she lent the other night,
To a gentleman, who told her,
That a muzzle he would get,
For that pretty little dog of hers,
But he hasn't done so, yet.

Chorus: And she's waiting, waiting, waiting!
And her mind is in a fog,
For she's waiting, waiting, waiting!
For the muzzle and the dog.

Waiting, waiting, waiting!
Is a sailor friend for me,
He asled me to pawn his ticker,
As he needed L.s.d.
I tried to get him thirty bob,
Yet I only raised a quid,
But did I take it back to him?
No, I don't believe I did.

Chorus: He's waiting, waiting, waiting!
When we meet there'll be a row,
For he's waiting, waiting, waiting!
I believe he's waiting now.

Waiting, waiting, waiting!
Is a cabman at the 'Cri.'
For he dropped me there this evening,
As I told him I was dry,
I owed him fifteen bob and as
I'd got no coin to pay,
I went in at the front door and
Came out another way.

Chorus: He's waiting, waiting, waiting!
Saying, 'Thanks, I've got a job!'
But he's waiting, waiting, waiting!
For the sum of fifteen bob!

 
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Written and composed by Joseph Tabrar - 1886
Performed by Slade Murray (1859-1913)
From monologues.co.uk Music Hall Lyrics Collection
 
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