YOU CAN'T GET MANY PIMPLES ON A POUND OF PICKLED PORK
 
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I've been sent out by the missis just to do a bit of shopping
In every blessed shop for pickled pork have I been popping
I've been in Dansy's hat-shop, but the wife don't want a bonnet
She wants a pound of pickled pork with lots of pimples on it.

Chorus: You can't get many pimples on a pound of pickled pork
Whether it comes from China, Japan or Carolina
You can go to Pimlico, Chicago or New York
But, you can't get many pimples on a pound of pickled pork.

I stood listening down the street at several suffragettes a-shouting
I raised me hat and flapped me hands each time they started spouting
At last I said to one old girl, all thoughts of black eyes scorning
'Now you can get a vote, then get a man, then get let out next morning.'

Chorus:

When I started out this morning I had sixpence wrapped in paper
I've only got three-halfpence now, the rest has gone in vapour
When I get home I'm sure the wife will start her crockery flinging
It's ten to one she'll kill me, then I'll hear the angels singing.

Chorus:

 
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Written and composed by Fred E. Terry - 1914
Performed by Ernie Mayne (1871-1937)
 
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