WOMAN, LOVELY WOMAN
 
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There is an old familiar theme,
Woman, lovely woman!
Subject for painter or poet's dream,
Woman, lovely woman!
Whom do we think are without speck or flaw,
The prettiest creatures that ever we saw,
But who has far more than her fair share of jaw,
Woman, lovely woman!

Chorus: Who's always true to us, woman! woman!
Who sticks like glue to us, since the world began,
Who loves to cut a dash, who likes to spend the cash,
But who has to pay the damage, man, poor man!

Who always does just as she's told,
Hookey! lovely woman!
And gets sweeter tempered as she grows old,
Woman, lovely woman!
Who says she'd much rather live by herself,
Refuses a husband with plenty of Pelf,
And who's always pleased when she's left on the shelf,
Woman, lovely woman!

Chorus: Who leans upon our chest, woman! woman!
Asking to be caressed, since the world began,
Who murmers, 'Oh! what bliss, then tries to snatch a kiss,
And on his nose gets paint or powder, man, poor man!

Who is it seldom's in a rage,
Woman, lovely woman!
Who tells the truth when you ask her age,
Woman, lovely woman!
Who worries her husband and makes him get tight,
By swearing that poor man was flirting last night,
Who does the same thing when he's out of sight,
Woman, lovely woman!

Chorus: Who in shop windows gaze, woman! woman!
Who some bonnets praise, since such things began,
Who says, 'Oh, ain't they nice, I'll go in and ask the price.'
But who says, 'Come on, it's raining.' Man, poor man!

Who sits up when we're out at night,
Woman, lovely woman!
Who meets us when we come home tighr,
Woman, lovely woman!
By whom up the stairs are we carefully led,
And when we're asleep and our senses have fled,
Runs through our pockets when we are in bed,
Woman, lovely woman!

Chorus: Who tumbles into bed, woman! woman!
Tucks the clothes about her head, very tricky plan,
For though the baby roars, she calmly sleeps and snores,
Then who's to find the feeding bottle, man, poor man!

But after all, she's good as gold,
Woman, lovely woman!
If I'd the power in my arms, I'd enfold,
Woman, lovely woman!
Oh how we dote on each sly little puss,
Wheedle and coax them and make such a fuss,
Men rule the world but who is it rules us,
Woman, lovely woman!

Chorus: Who's always true to us, woman! woman!
Who sticks like glue to us, since the world began,
Who loves to cut a dash, who likes to spend the cash,
But who has to pay the damage, man, poor man!

 
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Written and composed by Felix McClennon - 1886
Performed by James Fawn (1850-1923)
From monologues.co.uk Music Hall Lyrics Collection
 
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