The wind blew quite stiff as just under the cliff
Sat a bevy of girls young and pleasant
Discussed this and that, well the usual chat
All girls have when there's no fellow present
They compared lockets and rings and the other nice things
For which ev'ry man's happy to part
And the dear little elves were enjoying themselves
As they thought of each absent sweetheart.

Refrain: And then one of them said, 'Ah you may feel proud
Of presents from lovers sincere
But the present that Rose got from one of her beaux
Takes the cake, go on, show it 'em dear.'
Then the dear little flirt coyly lifted her skirt
And said, 'Look at the garters, Jack bought. He
Paid two guineas for those. Then a man shouted
'Rose, naughty, naughty, naughty.'

My aunt's an old maid, so she's modest and staid
She's afraid when the men come to woo her
As the song says - when she goes to by-by you see
She will fasten the door with a skewer
Once a penniless man, after dear auntie ran
He was after her nice bit of pelf
Though the giddy old thing, when he bought her a ring
Thought that he only wanted herself.

Refrain: And he asked her to go for a trip with him
As far as the beautiful sea
She said, 'Very well, dear, but if mother should hear
Oh, whatever will she think of me.'
So she went with the gent and she felt quite content
Though the maid was fair, fat and forty
Till he asked her to bathe long with him in the wave
Naughty, naughty, naughty.

A sailor boy Jack, on one voyage brought back
A Poll parrot with him o'er the ocean
When he gave his wife, that nice bird on my life
She brimmed over with love and emotion
But alas Jack once more, had to sail from the shore
And his friend called on wifey next day
To console her you know, well, that friend wasn't slow
He consoled her all right so they say.

Refrain: And he spoke of her Jack, of her absent Jack
But ploughing the ocean all day
As her tears fell like rain, well she couldn't complain
When he started to kiss 'em away
But Poll parrot there, kept her eye on the pair
As the lady proceeded to pour tea
I don't know what occurred, but the knowing old bird
Said, Naughty, naughty, naughty.
Written and composed by J. P. Harrington & George Le Brunn - 1904
Performed by Marie Lloyd (1870-1922)
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