And always wore an overcoat, yes, even in July
He died of cold last week altho' the house was full of fires
And someone at the funeral said if warmth's what he desires,
Chorus: He'll get it where he's gone to now
There's plenty of it there I vow
When he reaches his retreat
If he wants a lot of heat
He'll get it where he's gone to now.
A friend of mine once thought fresh air a priceless, precious boon
And so to gain some he one day went up in a balloon
That's three full years ago and we suppose that he's still there
At least he's not come back and if he's gone in search of air,
Chorus: He'll get it where he's gone to now
There's plenty of it there I vow
If upon the earth below
He ne'er got a good old blow
He'll get it where he's gone to now.
Young Dogbent was a lazy man and never went to work
No matter how hard up he was all labour he would shirk
One day for theft he got six months to his intense surprise
And though he was too lazy to go in for exercise.
Chorus: He'll get it where he's gone to now
There's plenty of it there I vow
When to climb the mill he tries
If he wants good exercise
He'll get it where he's gone to now.
A very dear old pal of mine whose name is Mickey Mike
Has been most sadly put upon by the East-End tailors' strike
For every suit of clothes he had was stolen from him, and
To get another suit he's had to go to Zululand.
Chorus: He'll get it where he's gone to now
There's plenty of it there I vow
For all a man there needs
Is a feather and some beads
And he'll get it where he's gone to now.
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