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First Published<\/td>1909<\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

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Writer\/composer<\/td>R P Weston \/ Fred J Barnes<\/td>Roud<\/strong><\/td>RN27923<\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

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Music Hall Performers<\/strong><\/td>Harry Champion<\/td><\/tr>
Folk performances<\/strong><\/td>Source Singers<\/strong>
Gates, Arthur 1972 England :
Modern performances<\/strong>
Cosmotheka<\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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I was one of eighteen boys, all of us wore corduroys\nI was roughest of the gang, for my braces used to hang\nDangling all around my feet, and Mother used to bawl\nPointing to the text so neat, she'd hung upon the wall\n\nNever let your braces dangle. dingle, dingle, dangle\nNever thieve, don't deceive and never row or wrangle\nStick to the right, get away from the bad\nDon't get as tight as your poor old Dad\nBut the greatest motto of the lot, my lad\nIs never let your braces dangle.<\/em>\n\nOnce I went to Berkeley Hunt, I was standing well in front\nBut I dropped my collar stud, so I knelt down in the mud\nSome short-sighted major saw my braces hung behind\nJumped up on my back, oh lor, the thought came to my mind\n\nNever let your braces dangle. dingle, dingle, dangle\nSaid fat Mac, upon my back, as me he tried to strangle\n'Ho tally ho, Ho tally ho,\nAin't you a horse?' And I answered, 'No'\nThen he pulled my reins, and then said 'Gee whoa'\nNever let your braces dangle.<\/em>\n\nDrinking rum the other night, I set all the house alight\nSo I scampered up the stair, squeezing thro' the skylight there\nBeing fat, I stuck half way and ma-in-law below\nGrabbed my braces said, 'Hooray! With you I mean to go'\n\nNever let your braces dangle. dingle, dingle, dangle\nShe said, 'John' as she hung on, 'To save me you must wangle'\nAfter the fire when the danger was o'er\nI got a bob on the medal I wore\nBut I couldn't get tuppence for my mother-in-law\nSo never let your braces dangle.<\/em>\n\nMrs Murphy's got a mat, 'tain't the skin of some tom cat\nOn the floor it looks no doubt, like a man been flattened out\nI said to her, 'Mary Ann, your carpet does look queer'\nShe said, 'That's my first old man' And whispered in my ear\n\nNever let your braces dangle. dingle, dingle, dangle\nPoor old sport, he got caught, and dragged right through the mangle\nOver the roller then he went, by gum\nAnd out he came like linoleum\nNow you've wiped your feet on his rum-tum-tum\nSo never let your braces dangle'<\/em>\n\nOne night seated in the park, with a lady after dark\nKidding I was Lord Mcduff, her younger brother _ what a rough\nShouted, 'Hi, I know you by your braces round your feet'\nSaying, when upon the sly, he'd tied me to the seat\n\nNever let your braces dangle. dingle, dingle, dangle\nI was tied there side by side with Lucy, what a tangle\nUp came my wife and she called me a flirt\nI wriggled out of my pants for a cert.\nAnd she yelled as she hung on to the tails of my shirt\nNever let your braces dangle.<\/em>\n\nFed on oatmeal from a kid, I got very Scotch I did\nSo I joined the Scotch Brigade, but first day on parade\nRound my knees my braces hung and straight I blushed with guilt\nSaid the Colonel, 'Private Bung, when marching in your kilt.\n\nNever let your braces dangle. dingle, dingle, dangle\nYou're not built for a kilt,' said Colonel Jock Mcfangle\nThe wind's very high, very high on the heath\nAnd the girls won't smile or show their teeth\nIf they think you've trousers underneath\nSo never let your braces dangle.<\/em>\n\nOn a foggy afternoon once, we had to shoot the moon\nOn the barrow I had got, bedstead, chairs and all the lot\nBut I stuck it with a will, though people in the road\nShouted, while up Highgate Hill I dragged my little load\n\nNever let your braces dangle. dingle, dingle, dangle\nUp that hill I stuck it till, my legs got in a tangle\nGot to the top, said a chap, 'Here we are'\nHe undid my braces, and murmured 'Ta'\nFor I'd been 'cock-horse' to his tramway car\nSo never let your braces dangle<\/em><\/pre>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n
Another\u00a0RP Weston\u00a0<\/a>song from the early 20th century still being sung in the later years of that century and today. It was a hit in the halls for\u00a0Harry Champion<\/a>,<\/a> who we have come across before\u2026<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n
Cosmotheka sing it:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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