George Leybourne
Some like to spend their leisure time,
At Margate or at Rome;
Some ruralise in Shadwell ,
And some rusticate at home.
But when I have a week to spare,
I'll tell you how it's spent;
I take my sweetheart on my arm,
And see the Monument.

Chorus: Up in the Monument, touching the sky,
Up in the monument, ever so high;
Up in the Monument a jolly day is spent,
The cheapest place for courting is the Monument.

We clamber up and reach the top,
Where seats are always placed;
And if I'm so disposed I put,
My arm around her waist.
It's ten to one there's no one there,
To spoil the sentiment;
And so we have it to ourselves,
Upon the monument.


We fancy we are by the sea,
And gaze on Billingsgate;
Where periwinkles proudly strut,
And eels predominate.
We see the wilds of Hackney Marsh,
And Timbuctoo in Kent;
And see what they've for dinner there,
From up the Monument.


There we look down on everyone,
From of our Isle of sky;
We cannot spend much money there,
Because there's naught to buy.
There dissipation never dwells,
All's mild and innocent;
I mean to spend my honeymoon,
Upon the monument.


Come all who play upon the flute,
And go to bed at nine;
Come Country Cousins meek and good,
To this retreat of mine.
You'll find it is no fleeting joy,
When you've made the ascent;
It's mad, intoxicating bliss,
That blessed Monument.

Written and composed by Frank W. Green & Alfred Lee - 1870
Performed by George Leybourne 1842-1884)
From monologues.co.uk Music Hall Lyrics Collection
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