I've Done It Before and I'll Do It Again

We mostly like some changes in amusements and attire,
But there's an ancient custom which we one and all admire.
The good old game of kissing is believed in, in these days,
The Ladies like it but I've found, it's liked in various ways.
Now timid girls who talk of 'Ma' and look so very shy,
Will take their little timid kiss somewhere upon the sly,
But bolder damsels take a kiss at any time, and pat
Hold up their cheek like this, and say, "Here help yourself to that."

Chorus: I've done it before, and I'll do it again,
We've done it since life began ;
My mother first taught me, and know I'm a man,
I kiss all the girls I can.

I like the sort of kiss that's given by a sailor Jack.
A jolly, hearty, rollicking good honest English smack,
A Kiss that causes you to feel a glow right to the core,
And makes you start upon the job for half a-dozen more.
And when a sweetheart kisses back, what bliss can equal that
Especially if when you say, "Good night" upon the mat.
I love the little darlings, and I bless each little heart.
I always take my kisses just upon the rosy part.


Some fellows like to take their girls to Hampton Court, and sing
Along the road, and take their kisses in a spacious ring ;
Whilst some prefer the garden far away from Pa and Ma,
And steal a kiss between the explanation of each star.
Then some will seem to whisper some most interesting facts
Yet all the time they're laying on a dozen artful smacks;
And some go in the kitchen to get matches three or four.
And kiss the little servant girl behind the kitchen door.


You'll oft observe two lady friends, when meeting in the street,
They grasp the hand and give a kiss, the moment that they meet,
A sweet insinuating one, a perfect little gem!
Well that's a hint to say that men should do the same to them.
At Christmas time you'll see, the little darlings, how they go
And stand, by accident, of course, beneath the mistletoe.
Kiss maids and widows when you can, but mind what you're about
With wives it's different— never kiss unless the old man's out.


Performed by James Fawn (1850-1923)
From Music Hall Lyrics Collection
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