Sitting in my room one morning and reflecting on the past,
I thought 'twas time I was reforming, for I knew I was too fast.
Then and there my error seeing, stop, said I, I really ought.
From that time I gave up spreeing, wasn't it a happy thought?

Chorus: Happy thought, happy thought,
Why did I never think of it before now;
By experience we are taught,
Yes, 'tis a happy, happy thought.

Searching for a lark at night too, every obstacle I'd scorn,
Gradually get very tired too, then I'd be locked up 'til morn;
And that very self-same day too, 'fore the magistrate I'm brought,
Who says, 'Six days, sir, and a fine, too.' 'Fine!' said I, ah, happy thought.


I visits often used to pay to, a damsel who was straight and tall,
Never shall forget one day too, when I'd climbed the garden wall,
With kisses her was going to smother, when by her master I was caught;
'Please,' said she, 'sirs, it's my brother!' gad said I, a happy thought.


People used to call me fast, tho' I life now consider slow,
Larks and sprees for me are past, oh, I am done with them you know;
A friend with whom I'd often tarried, some time since my lodgings sought,
'Bill,' said he, 'you should get married.' 'Jove, said I, a happy thought.


My friend's advice I took and married and have got a family,
I regret I so long tarried, for I could not happier be;
P'rhaps I'm keeping you too long, aye, longer than I really ought,
But if I've pleased you with my song, why then I'll say 'twas a happy thought.

Written, composed and performed by Arthur Lloyd (1840-1904)
From monologues.co.uk Music Hall Lyrics Collection
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