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I know no end of people who can never take a cheerful view Of anything - It's most discomforting But all my life I've always tried to look upon the sunny side It's better far - whate'er the circumstances are Take the case of Woman, there are people who maintain That the modern girl's not lady-like and frivolous and vain 'Pon my word, it's scandalous, I'm sure it can't be right Boys, cast your optics on the young things here tonight. Chorus: What a lovely lot they are, what a lovely lot they are How do you do, girls. When I look at you girls I wish that I'd been born a Sultan or a Shah What a nice lot, what a nobby little lot What a lovely lot they are. Most Englishmen respect the law and show much veneration for The pomp and state of judge and magistrate But splendid though it seems to us, I fancy all that pride and fuss Would have to stop without our good old pal the 'slop' See him when on duty in a crowded thoroughfare He's the autocratic king of all the traffic passing there And the girls who cross the road in safety and in peace Murmur, 'Whatever should we do without the p'lice.' Chorus: What a lovely lot they are, what a lovely lot they are Part of their trade is 'swanking' to the ladies So, girls, be careful if they take you out 'tat-ta' They're a nice lot, they're a nobby little lot, They're a lovely lot, they are. To own a first class motor-car and go careering near and far I've often thought must be delightful sport But as I can't afford to buy a motor just at present, I Adopt the plan of criticising those who can Flying down the country road, the motor makes you jump For it has a way of grunting like a donkey with the hump And if you can see them when the dust begins to fly Notice the riders as the motor passes by. Chorus: What a lovely lot they are, what a lovely lot they are Each one's a sight there, made up like a nightmare Inside the monkey-house there's something similar What a nice lot, what a nobby little lot What a lovely lot they are. Although by nature disinclined to be unkind to womankind It seems to me that I'm compelled to be But pray let there be no mistake, perhaps it's just as well to state My meaning clear - I don't refer to ladies here Those that I'm alluding to demand the right to vote And they've made themselves ridiculous and played the 'silly goat' They desire that women shall to Parliament be sent What price the samples in the present Government. Chorus: What a lovely lot they are, what a lovely lot they are Wrangling and bleating, like a mother's meeting They've done a nice lot of 'climbing down' so far What a nice lot, what a nobby little lot What a lovely lot they are. |
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Words and music by Fred Murray & Fred W. Leigh - 1906 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Performed by George Lashwood (1863-1942) | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
From monologues.co.uk Music Hall Lyrics Collection | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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