Lyrics Misc
or ones I could not find a place for
The Constant Liar
My Johnny lies over and over
My Johnny he's lied since his youth
He says all the time that he'll leave me;
Oh how I wish that was the truth.
Take back, take back, oh take back my Johnny from me, from me;
Take back, take back, oh take back my Johnny from me.
One night as I lay on my pillow
He promised buy me a bed;
He swore that he'd give up his gambling -
He bet me a guinea he would.
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My Johnny he lies on the sofa,
He gives me a wink and a nod;
I'd have to be dead as a dodo,
Before I lie under the sod.
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My Johnny lies in in the morning,
While I take the children to school;
Then I go to work just to keep him -
So which one of us is a fool?
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My Johnny lies under the ocean,
My Johnny lies under the sea,
I just couldn't stand him no longer -
I drowned him first thing after tea.
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Bring us in Hot Tea
Bring us in no rum, for that's a drink for sailors
But bring us in hot tea, for that will never fail us.
So bring us in hot tea, hot tea, and bring us in hot
tea
That's what the blessed ladies make, so bring us in
hot tea.
Bring us in no cider, for that will send us reeling
But bring us in hot tea, Earl Gray, Ceylon or
Darjeeling.
Bring us in no white wine, for that don't cure no hot
thirst
But bring us in hot tea, and be sure to warm the pot
first.
Bring us in no snaps, for they are made with brandy
But bring us in hot tea, and a strainer would be
handy.
Bring us in no gin, for that was mother's ruin
But bring us in hot tea, and put a lump or two in.
Bring us in no home brew, we're not inclined to risk
it
But bring us in hot tea, oh, and all right, just one
biscuit.
We'll drink no beer at Christmas, the good book tells
the tale
But bring us in hot tea, for the angels said, "no
ale."
Diddle 'em Darby
Well, Darby is me name, sir.
I've travelled the country round.
I never takes a penny
When I can take a pound, singin'
I diddled 'em, Darby,
I diddled 'em all.
I diddled 'em Darby,
I diddled 'em great and small.
Well, when I kept an inn, sir
I had a merry time.
I watered all the beer, sir
And likewise with the wine, singin'
For, beer, it makes you healthy
And water makes you hale.
I did them all a kindness
By serving Adam's ale, singin'
When I kept the shop, sir
I kept me message short.
I had to keep me customers
From eating more than they ought, singin'
I charged them double prices
And kept it in the tin.
For money's the root of evil and so
I saved them all from sin, singin'
Well once I rode a stagecoach
And never paid me fare.
I jumped down from the box, sir
When we was nearly there, singin'
The horses were so tired, sir
From pullin' their heavy load
I did them all a kindness
By jumping in the road, singin'
Well, now me song is ended
And every word is true,
And if you believe me
Then I've diddled you, singin'
Dodo
The dodo in the morning she fall from her nest
If she could she would surely have flowed o
She returns in the evening to take her sweet rest
Though how she ascends I am blowed o
In far off Mauritius the dodo do dwell
Half way to the far Antipodo
And if we would serve her then this I would tell
It should not be par boiled a la mode o
For if the good creature is but to keep going
Our slogan must be "Stop the bloody Dodo'ing"
How many roads must a Dodo walk down
Before you can call her a dodo
And how many seas must a white dodo sail
Before she can sleep in the road o
Ripe fruit and berries, and nuts that are nice
In the bird's stomach are stowed o
Be grateful, good people, the Dodo don't fly
For t'would danger you when she unload o
And if you should ask, on what she has dined,
the answer my friend will be blowing in the wind
And so on my tunic this message I spell:
God save the king and the Dodo as well.
Alive Alive O
She rambles the lanes With cures for chilblains
With plasters for corns
And drivers for piles
She'll sell you a spanner Or tune your pianner
Put lead in your pencil, and sing all the while:
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Alive Alive o
Alive Alive o
Singing Kippers & bloaters
Alive Alive Oh
Although I did court her, Beseeched & besought her
That all come to naught for she never replied
But them oh what folly, she fell off her trolley
And as she lay dying, these last words she sighed:
Now she has departed, this girl so stout hearted
But
Each night in Mundesley they say without fail
Her ghost wheels her trolley, with a cry melancholy
Singing kippers & bloaters, A closing down sale
Biker Bill and Walter Shaw
When I've had enough of Penny,
I would call on Gillian.
I would take her for a ride,
The bonny lass all on my pillion.
Biker Bill and Walter Shaw,
Jollier lads you never saw.
Biker Bill and Walter Shaw,
Jollier lads you never saw.
When I first came to the pits,
I found me bike was all in bits.
Then along come Walter Shaw.
He's the man who tunes me Harley.
Walter's worth his weight in gold.
That's more than two hundred pounds.
He did a skid without his lid,
And now he's only half a crown.
If I had another gill,
Then Penny wouldn't ride along with me.
She hates it when I drink and drive.
She loves a man who is T. T.
Walter Shaw he had a pig.
He hit it with a shovel and it danced a jig.
Now he has been took away
By a man from the R.S.P.C.A.