I don't know what they thought of me,
But they could see,
I tried to be
A lady, to act like a lady!
I played a country girl demure
(An amateur, You may be sure)
A simple little maiden of innocence and grace,
With a honeymooney, spooney kind of face.
So up struck the band when they marched my love away.
Where I should weep and pray,
Look anything but gay.
But Oh! That music was more than I could stand.
I was marching to the music of the bamd.

Chorus: Oh! What am I to be,
In high society!
An up-to-daity Gaity girl,
With an I'm-not-built-that-wayity girl.
A goddy good goody and prude,
Who never should look at a man?
Or a slippety-winketty sort of a girl,
On the Ran-dan-dan?

I do my gallops in the Row,
Of course I go,
Because you know
A lady should ride like a lady;
But when I saw the Derby ran,
One day began
Just like a man
To show them in the park how the jockey makes the pace,
I shouted, 'Off!' and then commenced the race.
And up went the whip with a Morny Cannon air,
Papa was in the rear,
And tried to catch the mare,
But oh! My eye, what a lecture then for me,
For riding on a gee-gee a la pere.


The dancing in society
Is rather free,
But you'll agree
A lady should dance like a lady:
The dreamy valse goes rather flat
with pas de quatre,
And such as that,
Though etiquette professes, as everybody knows,
To keep a proper level for the toes.
But up went mine at the ball the other night,
Mamma was in a fright,
Said, 'What an awful sight!'
And oh! How she cried when I said, 'I'm not to blame,
Why the girl who sang 'Ta-ra-ra' did the same.'


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Written and composed by Leslie Stuart - 1896
Performed by Marie Lloyd (1870-1922)
Performed by Lottie Collins (1866-1910)
From Music Hall Lyrics Collection
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