In Bond Street in the regent's time,
Beau Brummel would parade,
His dress and dignity sublime;
Threw others in the shade.
That exquisite and tailors pride,
No more walks to and fro,
But then his place is well supplied,
By me, 'The Bond Street Beau.'

Chorus: I'm known as the Bond Street Beau
My dress is comme il faut,
The pet of the belles, the envy of swells,
By Jove, is the Bond Street Beau.

Whene'er I take my Walks abroad
How many girls I see,
They whisper he's a duke or lord
A prince or else M.P.
Observe that manly Grecian bend
That linen white as snow,
To kiss my hand I condescend
Yes, I'm the Bond Street Beau.


I go to parties at the wes6t
Monotony it breaks
The perfect style in which I'm dressed
A great sensation makes.
When I go in the ladies glance
At me, they will, you know,
And all the darlings long to dance
With me the Bond Street Beau.

SPOKEN... 'Ma dear, may I dance with that handsome fellow there? I don't know his name but I've heard that:


My bow, my walk, my very smile
Are studies as you see,
To be correct in dress and style
You ought to copy me;
Then if you like my song tonight
Applaud me ere I go
Your happines is the delight
Of me, the Bond Street Beau.


Music Hall performers specialised in portraying the fashionable man about town, who were often known as 'swells'. Costumes consisted of smart suits, with flamboyant waistcoats and the obligatory cane and monocle. The 'Bond Street Beau' is smartly dressed and parodied those who could afford to buy their clothing in 'Savile Row'. Savile Row was, and still is the street at the centre of made to measure tailoring. The firm of Henry Poole and Co. opened in 1806 and the area quickly gained a reputation for fashionable men's clothing.

Written and composed by F.W. Green & Alfred Lee - 1873
From Music Hall Lyrics Collection
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