WHERE'S MY DOLLY GONE TO?
 
George Leybourne
 
It's just ten days ago, ees,
Since I came up to town,
And brought my Dolly to see the sights,
Of wonder and renown;
And didn't Dolly stare, aye,
We enjoyed ourselves right well;
But where my Dolly's got to now,
I'm darn'd if I can tell.

Chorus: Oh! where's my Dolly gone to,
Gone to, gone to,
I've searched for her night and morn, too,
Oh! where has my Dolly gone?

Now, fust we climbed the Monyement,
Them stairs be'ant there a load!
Then we went to the Christial Palace,
What's down in the Whitechapel Road;
And then the British Museum, too.
What stands on Primrose Hill,
And then we seed some wax-works,
Of sights we had our fill.

Spoken... Aye, didn't Dolly like them there wax-works, all alive opened their eyes quite natural, there was Mr. Richard the Third talking to 'Trapman' and Lord John Bright walking arm in arm with Guy Fawkes and there was Jack Sheppard a taking tea with Queen Elizabeth and Mabel Gray a playing dominoes with the Prince of Wales, didn't we laugh but now I'm meloncholy for...

Chorus:

Next we seed Buckingham Pallis,
And there we seed the Queen,
A sitting at the winger, yes,
And looking all serene;
And next we took a Blackwall Boat,
And went to see the 'Zoo',
The animiles, the crockydiles,
And the roaring cockatoo.

Spoken... Yes, the roaring cockatoo's a feroshus animile, wears his tail under his left ear and eats two men and a boy for breakfast every morning. Then we seed the Giraffe with a neck about three yards long, mustn't he suffer when he has a sore throat? How we did larf, but now I'm wretched for...

Chorus:

Next we went to see 'Formosa',
Up in the Gal-le-ry,
My Dolly said ''twas touching'
And soon begins to cry;
When we come out the crowd it squeezed,
Forget it I ne'er shall,
And when I comes to look around,
I couldn't find my gal!

Spoken... I couldn't see her nowhere, I called, 'Dolly', then another chap called 'Dolly' and then everybody called 'Dolly', one chap said she'd been taken up for stealing Pidgeon's milk, another said she'd eloped with a horse marine and a policeman said he could swear he saw my Dolly hanging outside a rag-shop...

Chorus:

I know my Dolly's faithful,
I know my Dolly's true,
If I don't find my Dolly soon,
Whatever shall I do?
When I gets back to Devonshire,
I'll end my miseree,
I'll hang myself for Dolly's loss,
Upon a gosseberry tree.

Chorus:
 
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Written and composed by G.W. Hunt - 1870
Performed by George Leybourne (1842-1884)
From monologues.co.uk Music Hall Lyrics Collection
 
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