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There was an old woman who lived in a shoe She had a son, such a funny 'un And she didn't know what the Dickens to do For Robert was off his onion Labour he'd shirk - just like a Turk She said that he squinted through looking for work One day a great medical star Examined Robert, then said to his Ma 'Take no offense, but your boy has no sense.' Chorus: But he's still on this earth in a fine fat berth Near Westminster Abbey you will find him For poor old Bob's got a Government job And his brains he left behind him. Little Jack Horner sat in a corner of a Petroleum Motor But how to control the machine as a whole He knew just as much as a bloater Something below must have let go And hit him a kick on the 'Intermezzo' Then came abust - kicked up a dust And little Jack Horner, he started head fust Like a maroon - exploring the moon. Chorus: Well they picked up the bits in a railway arch As fast as ever they could find 'em And a crowd of cabmen played the 'Dead March' With the 'motor' slung behind 'em. Little Bo-Peep, she saw some sheep At one of our halls of Amusement And their promenade got the manager barred Well, so the Authority's view went People said, 'What scandalous rot.' And the licence they eventually got Then there was peace - she went to Greece Somebody said, 'What a happy release.' Till little Bo-Peep - woke us up from our sleep. Chorus: You had merely to call at a Music Hall On a Sunday night you'd find her Well, perhaps her 'chant' was only a plant Of the 'prudes' she'd left behind her. Little Tom Tucker, he sang for his supper For he didn't fear indigestion But as they had fed on the last scrap of bread Well, supper was out of the question Fact is, just then Master and Men Over some matter had quarrelled again While the men fought, maybe for naught The wives and the little ones had to go short It's seldom they strike - they know what it's like. Chorus: But, if ever old England's star should set As Foreigner's would like to find us Let us hope we'll ne'er have cause to regret The trade we've left behind us. |
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