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Just to be brief, allow me to state, I'm a Barrister, tho' my fame isn't great Big-wigs, judges and K.C.s I could shift from their places I would knock 'em all dumb if they'd let me have my say Now, here's a lot of ticklish points I must argue out today, Now here's an important case which would drive any man to drink I've got to prove in a logical way that winkles are bound to wink. Reply: Are winkles obliged to wink? Is a question I'll try to answer A winkle can wink if it likes to try For when a winkle winks, it's high A winkle's a simple thing If I'm allowed to tell Why must a winkle wink Of course, because a winkle shell. Now, here's an important case to go before Justice Gabbs I've got to prove in a logical way that cabbages ride in cabs. Reply: Do cabbages ride in cabs? Is a question I'll try to answer They all can af-ford-er cab - as you've seen That cabbages are mostly green When cabbages go to pot The cabby seldom grieves For cabby's-talk the cabbage stumps And then the cabbage leaves. Now, here's an important case that would make any parson grin I've got to prove in a logical way a cinder is full of sin. Reply: Are cinders compelled to sin? Is a question I'll try to answer A cinder's a burnt piece of coal or wood And not the slightest bit of good When cinders fall from the fire We open our dustbins And, since the cinder's useless, why We put the cinders in. Now, here's an important case which no one can understand I've got to prove in a logical way a sandwich is made of sand. Reply: Are sandwiches made of sand? Is a question I'll try to answer Some folks say they are, and some say they ham A railway sandwich makes us 'jam' A sandwich we go to bite But if it's second hand We can't tell which is sand-wich meat Or bread, or which is sand. Now, here's an important case which concerns both the young and old I've got to prove in a logical way that soldiers are always sold. Reply: Are soldiers the men who're sold Is a question I'll try to answer A soldier is told when he goes to war A life of glory is in store A soldier's the Empire's pride Until he's worn and old And when he expects his just reward 'Tis then the soldier's sold. |
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Written and composed by Harry Leighton - 1903 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Performed by Tom Woottwell (1865-1941) | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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