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Lyrics<\/strong><\/td>Weston <\/td>Music<\/strong><\/td>RP David<\/td>Rou<\/strong>d<\/td>RN17697<\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Music Hall performers<\/strong><\/td>Harry Champion, 1910s<\/td><\/tr>
Folk performances<\/strong><\/td>Source singers<\/strong>
Wildman, Alf 1966 England : Bedfordshire
Ellaway, Arthur 1977 England : Gloucestershire
Norman, Mr. and Mrs. 1950-69 England: Bedfordshire
Modern Performances<\/strong>
Martin Carthy<\/td><\/tr>
First published<\/td>1914<\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n
Now, twenty Christmases ago the Landlord of the 'Star'\nSaid 'Here's a Christmas box for you a nine-penny cigar'\nI smoked it up to Easter, then my dear devoted wife\nSaid 'Why not throw the end away?' I said 'Not on your life.'\n\nThat's the end of my old cigar, Hoorah! Hoorah! Hoorah!\nI stroll up Piccadilly and they fancy I'm the Shah\nI've kept it now for twenty years to do the la-di-da\nAnd I'd rather lose my job then the end of my old cigar.<\/em>\n\nThe other Whitsun Monday we all toddled to the zoo\nI puffed away at my cigar and choked the kangaroo\nAnd then I saw an animal that caused a lot of chaff\n'Twas called the 'Um-ga-zoo-ze-lum' and just to make it laugh.\n\nWith the end of my old cigar, Hoorah! Hoorah! Hoorah!\nI tickled it beneath the chin, and then the wife's Mamma\nCried out 'It hasn't got a tail, it does look singular\nSo I borrowed a pin and I stuck on the end of my old cigar.<\/em>\n\nI went to see Lord Kitchener a week or two ago\nI said 'I've got a great idea to kill the German foe'\nI said 'If you send me out there, I'll stop their swank and bluff\nThen just to show my dignity, I took another puff.\n\nWith the end of my old cigar, Hoorah! Hoorah! Hoorah!\nI said 'You leave this war to me, old cock. and there you are\nIf I can't kill 'em off with shells, they'll get a nasty jar\nI'll poison the whole darned lot of them with the end of my old cigar.<\/em>\n\nI used to be a sailor, but when I was on the sea\nThe vessel struck upon a rock just off the Zuyder Zee\nThe Captain yelled 'We're sinking' But I said 'You're up the pole.'\nAnd soon they saw your humble servant bunging up the hole.\n\nWith the end of my old cigar, Hoorah! Hoorah! Hoorah!\nI bunged the hole up in the ship and saved each jolly tar\nBut soon they shouted 'Fire' but the cabin boy said 'Bah,\nHe's under the boat and puffing away at the end of his old cigar.<\/em>\n\nTo help the Prince of Wales' fund, and do our little share\nWe gave a swell bazaar down at the Mission room, and there\nMy wife was selling kisses to the Dukes and Earls it's true\nShe charged them half a sov'reign each, and I was helping too.\n\nWith the end of my old cigar, Hoorah! Hoorah! Hoorah!\nWe got the Prince of Wales a thousand pounds at our bazaar\nThe wife was selling kisses to the swells at 'half a bar'\nAnd I was running a peep show with the end of my old cigar.<\/em>\n\nAs I was coming home one night I saw a house on fire\nI thought I'd show my courage that the ladies all admire\nSo I climbed up a ladder, and the flames began to fight (?)\nThen just to show how cool I was, I stopped to get a light.\n\nWith the end of my old cigar, Hoorah! Hoorah! Hoorah!\nThen all at once my missus shouted 'Wake up, can't you Pa\nI told you not to smoke in bed, you fool, and there you are\nYou've burned a hole in your nightshirt with the end of your old cigar.<\/em>\n\nI went to good old Southend, and when night began to fall\nI thought I'd go and have a swim behind a cockle stall\nBut there I found a lady who'd been washed up on the shore\nShe'd nothing on but seaweed, so I took another draw.\n\nWith the end of my old cigar, Hoorah! Hoorah! Hoorah!\nShe shouted out to me 'Oh sir, I don't know who you are\nBut give me something, do, to put round my fig-ah\nSo I gave her the 'band' I'd taken off the end of my old cigar<\/em><\/pre>\n\n\n\n
Another fondly remembered song from the repertoire of Harry Champion,<\/pre>\n\n\n\n
A recording or download of this song can be purchased from Windyridge CDs.<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n
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