At a minute to seven, last night
First Published | 1906 |
Writer/composer | Worton David / Sam Mayo | Roud | RN30373 |
Music Hall Performers | Sam Mayo |
Folk performances | Collected from the singing of: Vickers, Emma; England : Lancashire; 1950s/60s |
Hush! What do you think? I'm as scared as a mouse The people say we've got a ghost in the house I made up my mind I would settle that ghost So armed with a flat-iron, I took up my post At a minute to seven last night I had a most terrible shock At a minute to seven last night It was close upon seven o' clock I once bought a horse and it did make me grin He was a fine horse, but he looked a bit thin I said to the horse-dealer, 'Send him tonight Round to my house' And he answered, 'Alright' But what if there's nobody in? To bring it back would be a bore' He said, 'What if there's nobody in?' I said, 'Push it under the door' I once went to law with the man next to me I was bitten one day by his dog, don't you see He took a piece out of me, where I can't say The Judge looked at me in a kind-hearted way And said, 'Has this dog bit you before?' He really was thoughtful and kind He said, 'Has the dog bit you before?' I said, 'No Sir, he's bit me behind' The wife had some lobster for supper last night And dreamt about harems and Turkish delight Said she, 'It was horrible!' there on her knee Were six girls, who took her the Sultan to be. And they tickled her here and then there Said she, 'I was horrified quite' They tickled her here and then there I'm having some lobster tonight. A ticket inspector I once used to be Upon the South Eastern, you may have seen me One day a young lady said, 'I'm full of woe I've swallowed my ticket though how I don't know. I said, 'I can't help that, my dear I've got to attend to my 'biz' I said, 'I can't help that, my dear I must punch it wherever it is. When Adam met Eve it is rumoured that she Had on her new Whitsuntide clothes, so had he 'Have we met before?' to the maiden he cried Said she, 'Not till now sir, but still' she replied, 'We'll see more of each other, I hope' As to twinkle her eye she began 'We'll see more of each other, I hope' Said he, 'I don't see how we can.' Once as a postman I tried for a berth The Postmaster said, 'Well, let's see what you're worth.' I answered his questions, well, all except one Which was, 'How far is it from the earth to the sun?' How far from the earth to the sun! I fainted and fell to the ground How far from the earth to the sun! I said, 'Put someone else on that round.' Last Christmas Eve, at a Ball I went to I was dancing a waltz, and had nearly got through When a fellow came up with a long solemn face Said he, 'Come away, sir, from this awful place. 'To the devil you're dancing, my boy This dancing is life's greatest curse To the devil you're dancing, my boy.' I said, 'Never mind, I can reverse.'
A song written by Worton David, composed and perfomed by Sam Mayo. I have been unable to find online versions of the sheet music. It was recorded by the Edison company both by Mayo and Fred Owen.
Fred Hamer collected it from the singing of Emma Vickers in the 1950s/60s.
Sources:
- Entries in the Roud Indexes at the Vaughn Williams Memorial Library: https://archives.vwml.org/search/all:single[folksong-broadside-books]/0_50/all/score_desc/extended-roudNo_tr%3A30373
- Kilgarrif Sing Us
- Lyrics: monologues.co.uk