When cousin Clara was a mite, no higher than my knee,
She always took a strange delight in clamb'ring up on me.
But boys and girls have childish tiffs and lovers go on strike,
And oft I'd say when Clara was, well, cold and distant like,

Chorus: Clamber closer Clara, clamber closer, do,
Can't you clamber closer, when I want you to.
Come, put your arms around me, let us bill and coo,
Clamber closer Clara, can't you? clamber closer, do!'

When I was quite a big boy Clara's dad showed me the door,
Thought I, 'Ah, but I'll see her still, tho' he said call no more.
I clambered in his apple tree and Clara clambered too,
And oft I'd say to Clara, 'I say, if you love me true,


But now I've squared her dad again and I call very oft,
To see her in the sitting room and woo in accents soft.
She often sits upon my knee to talk romantic stuff,
Then I, for fun, say, 'Clara dear, that's not quite close enough.'


Written and composed by John P. Harrington & George Le Brunn - 1894
Performed by Vesta Tilley (1864-1952)
From Music Hall Lyrics Collection
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