{"id":7612,"date":"2020-12-10T11:26:56","date_gmt":"2020-12-10T11:26:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/folksongandmusichall.com\/?page_id=7612"},"modified":"2024-08-20T10:20:26","modified_gmt":"2024-08-20T10:20:26","slug":"up-i-came-with-my-little-lot","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/folksongandmusichall.com\/index.php\/up-i-came-with-my-little-lot\/","title":{"rendered":"Up I came with my little lot"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
AKA<\/strong><\/td>My lot took the cake
My wife took the cake<\/td><\/tr>
First Published<\/td>1892<\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

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Writer\/composer<\/td>Fred Bowyer \/ JS Baker<\/td>Roud<\/strong><\/td>RN16631<\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

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Music Hall Performers<\/strong><\/td>Herbert Campbell<\/td><\/tr>
Folk performances<\/strong><\/td>Source Singers<\/strong>
Maynard, George 1960 England : Sussex<\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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 The Music Hall Songster<\/em> (1892)<\/strong>\n\nSome pals of mine were going for the day,\nFor a bit of a blow out Chingford way,\nTwas a \u201cgo as you please\u201d along the route, \nAnd a first-class prize for the best turn out\nThey came in carts and wagonettes as well,\nAnd which look\u2019d best it was very hard to tell;\nSays Brown \u201cGive the prize now, for we cannot wait \u2013\nStop! here comes Ginger, and he\u2019s not too late.\u201d\n  \nThen up I came with my little lot, \nAnd the lads yelled out, \u201cHooray!\u201d\nSome chairs for me pals,and cushions for the gals,\nAnd the hearthrug looked all gay.\nThere were fourteen of us, and we all had whips,\nAnd the missis she had hold of the brake;\nI put \u2018em all to bed, for everybody said\nThat my lot took the cake.<\/em>\n  \n When we got down \u2019twas beautiful and warm\n We quite took the hotel there by storm;\n We\u2019d swings, and booze and cocoanut shies,\n Then we all went in for the swearing prize.\n Each lot as came all pulled up in a row,\n And one by one we then all had a go\n And oh! the language, how the beauties swore!\n Says Brown, \u201cHold hard a bit, there\u2019s one lot more.\u201d\n  \n Then up I came with my little lot,\n And the air went blue for miles;\n The trees all shook, and the copper took his hook,\n And down came all the tiles;\n Then the donkeys cocked their tails and did a guy,\n And brayed as if their hearts would break;\n We asked Dick Dunn, and he told every one\n That my lot took the cake.<\/em>\n  \n For tea at six o\u2019clock we all prepared,\n And we didn\u2019t care how the people stared;\n The ladies stood in the gigs and flys,\n And the next event was the \u201cBeauty prize;\u201d\n But what with the dust and all their dresses spoiled,\n The beauties all looked just a little soiled.\n They tried to look sober, and smiled serene,\n When Smith calls out, \u201cNow which is the queen?\u201d\n  \n Then up I came with my little lot,\n And I says, \u201cThis can\u2019t be matched \u2013\n She fell off her moke, and her funnibone is broke,\n And her boko\u2019s a little bit scratched;\n She\u2019s sixteen stone, and it\u2019s every bit her own,\n And the colour on her cheeks isn\u2019t fake,\n She\u2019s forty round the calf, then Brown began to laugh,\n And my lot took the cake.<\/em>\n  \n Next for home we started, all of us, hooray\n And the pubs we called at along the way.\n We burnt red fire just to let them see\n We\u2019d all come home from a jolly good spree.\n To believe our tales they all of \u2018em refused;\n Some said \u201cGet out, why none of you are boozed.\u201d\n Says Brown, \u201cI\u2019ll show you if we\u2019re not,\n Hold on a bit, where\u2019s Ginger\u2019s lot?\u201d\n  \n Then up I came with my merry lot,\n And Brown says, \u201cWhere have they gone?\u201d\n They were all of a heap, and every one asleep,\n With their bonnets and things all torn.\n The P\u2019lice got stretchers, and away they went,\n And I\u2019m jiggered if they would wake;\n Say I, \u201cWho says that we\u2019re not half boozed?\u201d\n For my lot took the cake. <\/em><\/pre>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n
A big hit for Herbert Campbell<\/a> in 1892, collected in the 1960s from the singing of George Maynard  a well-known traditional singer in Copthorne, Sussex. An extremely popular song  in the 1890s – sung by fans of Luton Town Football Club<\/a> – a team which featured then several shorter players (“my little lot”!).<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Arthur Roberts remembered  one of the characters lampooned in the song:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Dick Dunn was not only a great bookmaker, but also the most famous racing man of his day. He was often known as the bad language man and was celebrated in a popular song [by] Herbert Campbell…. Dick’s language on the course was appalling, but there was no harm in him.<\/p>\nArthur Roberts 50 Years of Spoof<\/em><\/cite><\/blockquote>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n
Herbert Campbell sings it in 1903:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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