| THERE'S A HOME FOR YOU WITH ME | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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You married women ought to feel quite glad For men nowadays can very rarely be had Some men keep single just to save expense Some never marry for they've got more common sense If any old maid with a pot full of cash Feels so disposed as to take on a mash Please let me know, why there's one over there What say? you have got twenty thousand quid to spare? Chorus: There's a home for you with me, love There's a home for you with me Your face I don't mind oh, for as long as you've got rhino There's a home for you and me. I had a notion when I first left school I'd preach to the cannibals the golden rule When I arrived out in Tim-buc-too I met their queen and had an interview She had some rings stuck through her nose and ears She did the war-dance and aroused my fears I tried to scoot, but 'twas all in vain She said, as she held her tomahawk near my brain Chorus: 'There's a home for you with me, love There's a home for you with me I don't mean to hash thee, but I want someone to mash me There's a home for you with me. Round our neighbourhood there came one day A poor little kitten who had gone astray Thrown on the world without a mother's care Left to the mercy of the boys round there Our local butcher stood at his shop door Heard pussie mewing and his heart felt sore He picked her up, and with tears in his eyes said - (As he thought about beef-steak pies), Chorus: 'There's a home for you with me, love There's a home for you with me For you must die, and be beef-steak pie There's a home for you with me.' Poor Polly Perkins was a girl you know Who shone in the ballet at the front back row She's very partial to a glass of wine She gets obstreperous and then does time Last week at midnight Polly chanced to roam And sang to a policeman, 'There's no place like home.' That worthy officer said, 'Scuse me my dear But you mustn't exercise your lungs round here.' Chorus: 'There's a home for you with me, love There's a home for you with me Go quietly, I've found yer, or you'll find my truncheon round yer There's a home for you with me.' |
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| Written and composed by Frank Leo | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Performed by Wilkie Bard (1874-1944) | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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