I parted my hair in the middle
AKA |
Lyrics | Morton David | Music | CW Murphy | Roud | RN27917 |
Music Hall Performers | George Formby Snr 1910s |
Folk performances | Source singers: Freda Palmer, 1975, Oxfordshire, England |
I used to be backward and shy For fast living I didn't care But now I'm a bit of a dog, you can tell By the way that I've parted my hair They told me to lead a gay life A life that was dashing and free So I made up my mind I'd do something rash To show what a 'nut' I could be. So I parted my hair in the middle In the middle, in the middle Now when I leave my hotel Everyone follows me, dogs as well If a girl gives to me the glad eye I smile and I say, 'Diddle diddle' And I've smoked some brown paper without being ill Since I parted my hair in the middle. When I've got my fighting blood up I'd make a blancmange shake with fear One evening two navvies I saw in a fight There was murder about, it was clear One jumped on the other one's chest Then somebody cried, 'Look at that They're killing each other, do part them at once' So I flung off my coat and my hat. And I parted my hair in the middle In the middle, in the middle Some one cried, “To stop this fight You are the fellow.” I murmured “Right.” Then I went up to those burly brutes And cried, “Stop” but they said, “Fiddle diddle.” Then, as I stepped between them one picked up a brick And he parted my hair in the middle. Our bedroom one night caught fire The flames were all round me in bed I thought to myself, 'Here's the chance of my life' To show them how I keep my head I got up and first had a wash Then shaved, and without any rush I put a clean collar on, then tied my tie Then picked up the comb and the brush. And I parted my hair in the middle In the middle, in the middle Then quite calmly I strolled out People all cheered me and gave me a shout I murmured, 'There's presence of mind' But my wife said, 'Oh fiddle de diddle Why, you've still got your nightie on' I said, I know, but I've parted my hair in the middle.' Last night with a girl in the Strand I had an appointment, and so As I'm just a little bit spoony on her In my Sunday best clothes I did go I got her a nice bunch of flowers From a dustbin just down a back street Then I stood in front of the looking glass there And to make my appearance complete. I parted my hair in the middle In the middle, in the middle Then I noticed out tomcat Washing his face on the front door mat He carefully curled his moustache And his left eye at me he did twiddle Then I knew he had got an appointment as well 'Cos he parted his hair in the middle. When I went out sailing abroad As we passed the Cape of Good Hope Some real dirty weather we struck all at once I'd have washed it but I had no soap The lightening it flashed overhead On deck everybody did swarm The thunder it rolled and the hurricanes blew In fact, I've not seen such a storm. Since I parted my hair in the middle In the middle, in the middle All at once the captain cried 'Ship's turning over upon one side' He shouted, 'She's springing a leak' I said, 'Springing a leak fiddle diddle The reason she's leaning on one side is this I've not parted my hair in the middle.
Worton David and CW Murphy wrote a huge number of songs popular in early 20th century Music Hall. This one (published in 1915) was a hit for George Formby Snr (father of the George Formby, who played the ukulele…).
George Formby Snr (1875-1921) had a difficult childhood. Born in Ashton-under-Lyne, his mother was an alcoholic sex worker, his father was unknown, and a good deal of his childhood was spent sleeping rough on the streets. For many years he suffered from “consumption” and he would amuse his audience with asides like: “Coughing better tonight, coughing summat champion!“
As far as I can see, the song only appears once in the repertoire of traditional singers, it was collected in 1975 by Alison McMorland from the singing of Freda Palmer
Freda Palmer (1908-1991) lived most of her life within a few miles of Witney in Oxfordshire. She worked as a glover from age 11, working alongside her mother and Aunt. She learnt most of her songs from them, but this one may have been taught to her by her brother,
Sources:
- Kilgarriff Sing us
- Lyrics: monologues.co.uk
- Baker: British Music Hall
- Mustrad essay/sleevenotes Freda Palmer Leafield Lass
The senior Formby sings it: