WHAT HO, SHE BUMPS!
 
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I've been out on a pleasure boat, for a day on the breezy brine
We started away from London Bridge, and we all felt fit and fine
We sang 'A life on the ocean wave' as loud as we could roar
Our boat went alright down the Thames, but when we reached the Nore.

Chorus: She began to bump a little bit
Bump, bump, bump, just a little bit
A fat man fell down the engine room
His wife was clinging to the great jib boom
She rolled about and fairly in the dumps
I clung to the Captain's bags, and cried
'What ho, she bumps!'


I once played in a drama that we called 'The flying scud'
I'd to appear on a gee-gee, and it was a bit of blood
In front of the blooming audience I had to mount her nibs
And when I stuck a pin into her india-rubber ribs.

Chorus: She began to bump a little bit
Bump, bump, bump, just a little bit
Oh, she made a tremendous hit,
When she kicked our villain in the threep'ny bit
The actors guyed as she took running jumps
And a boy in the gallery cried
'What ho, she bumps!'


Where I lived at the seaside once, a girl lived opposite
And one fine morning she went to bathe in a costume pink and white
A crowd of chaps stood on the shore as she waded in the blue
And everyone was, anxious there to see what she would do.

Chorus: She began to bump a little bit
Bump, bump, bump, just a little bit
At first she was bashful as she could be
Till she got used to the rolling sea
Then up and down the little petlet jumps
And the men all shouted from the golden shore
'What ho, she bumps!'
 
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Written and composed by Harry Castling & A.J. Mills
Performed by Charles Bignell
 
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