SHE WAS ONE OF THE FORTY THIEVES | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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From Sloshton-on-Sea, a small village divine There came up to London Town A rather green youth, by nature and name To see all the sights of renown He went the first night to a 'panto', but oh Fell head over heels in love, you must know With a lady who'd knocked 'em all over the show A regular teasing young creature. Chorus: And she was one of the forty thieves In a Christmas pantomime More modest, more divine Better than all the 'thirty nine' So thought poor little Green But the girl knew what was what For he tumbled shortly after She was the artfulest thief of the lot. When introduced, round at the stage door They adjourned to the bar for a drink She gave him the whisper, 'I'm awfully dry' And then on the sly did a wink A bottle of Cham. was soon finished and done And number two followed up sweet number one Green didn't mind, he thought it great fun To be loaded with sweet love and tiddly. Chorus: She said, 'I must go,' and she went - with his purse And his watch - a present from Ma He found out his loss, but caught up the girl Before she had gone very far When he asked for his watch back she called him a scamp And gave him a smack with her bone handled gamp Footsore, nineteen miles home he had to tramp With his new boots slung over his shoulder. Chorus: |
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Performed by Arthur Lennard (1867-1954) | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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