DON'T STOP MY 'ARF A PINT OF BEER | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Now I'm a chap what's moderate in all I 'ave to drink And if that's wrong, well, tell me what is right 'Cos if you says it's wrong, well then, you're just like Lizzie Ann When I proposed to her one Sunday night It was after closing time, she'd come to take me 'ome And her words, they made me think of suicide When she said, 'If we got spliced, you must not drink beer again' I went down on my marrow-bones and cried Chorus: 'Don't stop my 'arf a pint of beer It's the only fing what's keepin' me alive I don't mind yer stoppin' my coffee and my tea But 'arf a pint of beer a day is medicine to me I shan't want no other luxuries Such as champagne or whiskey, never fear If yer want to see me 'appy and contented all my life Don't stop my 'arf a pint of beer' Now I'm a funny fellow especially when I'm ill And I was bad about this time last year I told the wife I'd stay in bed, she'd not to make a fuss But just bring me a pipe and glass o' beer She brought the doctor in as well, and when he saw the drink he said, 'Throw it out, 'cos it will do 'im 'arm' And when he said she'd 'ave to feed me on new milk and eggs I shouted from my bed in great alarm. Chorus: 'Don't stop my 'arf a pint of beer It's the only fing what's keepin' me alive I don't mind yer stoppin' my coffee and my tea But 'arf a pint of beer a day is medicine to me I don't want no bloomin' milk or eggs And to buy them I'll find it very dear If yer want to see me get out of bed alive and well Don't stop my 'arf a pint of beer' Your 'umble once got into trouble with the police Which brought me notoriety and fame A kind and simple gentleman asked me to change a cheque Which bore a high and mighty big pot's name I got the gentleman the cash, your 'umble got a stretch And soon into the prison I was led But when the warders told me 'twas a temperance hotel I turned round to the gov'nor and I said Chorus: 'Don't stop my 'arf a pint of beer It's the only fing what's keepin' me alive I don't mind losing the skilly and the tea But 'arf a pint of beer a day is medicine to me I shan't want no other luxuries And I shan't want no wages while I'm here I don't mind the five years, I can do it on my head Don't stop my 'arf a pint of beer'. |
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Performed by Gus Elen (1862-1940) | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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