UP CAME JOHN | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Our John 'e is a constable, he's got a lovely beat A pair of great big leather boots he wears upon his feet The other night a feller and a pretty little thing Were standing at the garden gate canoodle-oodling. Chorus: When up came John with his big boots on In his uniform, Oh he looked a don Just as he was kissing her and telling lots of lies Up come John and took a tip and shut his eyes. Up in the little top back room a candle was alight A lady fair and forty was retiring for the night Just as she was taking off her falderols and lace A chap below stood laughing till he nearly cracked his face. Chorus: When up came John with his big boots on In his uniform, Oh he looked a don He pushed his truncheon in his face and set the chap to rout Back come John and saw her put the candle out. A lot of little kids were playing 'banker' t'other day Their language was enough to take a cabman's breath away John put his nose around the corner one kid saw the cop He grabbed the banker's halfpenny as he shouted, 'Here's a slop.' Chorus: So up came John with his big boots on In his uniform, brprprprprprprprp! With eagle eye and grim determination on his face Up come John and had a penny on the ace. |
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Words and Music by Bob Cole and J. Rosamund Johnson | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Performed by Tom Woottwell (1865-1941) | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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