Lloyd George of Criccieth

We sing of a great man that everyone knows.
We know he's a man, cause he wears a man's clothes.
He comes from Welsh Wales and of him we will vote.
For he taught Welsh rarebit to sit down on toast.
Lloyd George of Criccieth, in gallant Welsh Wales,
Where, the little Welsh lambs are swishing their tails
When England’s in troub-u-el, who is it we need?
Lloyd George of Criccieth, look you, yess, indeed!

Who is this for beauty and handsome compares,
We give him a name of sweet Owen Nares?
Who was it that had all the barbers demobbed
And cause all the flappers to have their hair bobbed?
Lloyd George of Criccieth, in gallant Welsh Wales,
Where the little Welsh lambs are swishing their tails
Who earned Scotland's gratitude when whisky he freed
Lloyd George of Criccieth, look you, yess, indeed!

When we were in danger, as history tells,
Who made the hens lay 'cause we wanted more shells?
And who’s the one man among thousands of cranks
Who didn't declare he invented the Tanks?
Lloyd George of Criccieth, in gallant Welsh Wales,
Where the little Welsh lambs are swishing their tails
When Wells fought Carpentier then who refereed?
Lloyd George of Criccieth, look you! yess, indeed!

Who told us to sing when we all felt depressed?
And when all the Railway men struck for a rest,
Who sang “Annie Laurie” and said to us too
If you’ve not any lorry a motor will do?
Lloyd George of Criccieth, in gallant Welsh Wales,
Where the little Welsh lambs are swishing their tails
And who rode through Coventry on his snow-white steed?
Lloyd George of Criccieth, look you! yess, indeed!

Who is it for sport is no end of a chap?
He won hundreds at Ludo, and thousands at Snap.
Who shouts when his football team plays Barry Dock.
“Play up, Llanfairtiddleyichclairnellyglockglock!”
Lloyd George of Criccieth, in gallant Welsh Wales,
Where the little Welsh lambs are swishing their tails
And who killed Cock Robin, and who caught his bleed?
Lloyd George of Criccieth, look you! yess, indeed!

Who was it climbed Snowden without falling flop,
Then planted the Union Jack at the top,
And when he’d left Snowden, said “Megan, my gel,
I’ll put one on Ramsey Macdonald as well!’
Lloyd George of Criccieth, in gallant Welsh Wales,
Where the little Welsh lambs are swishing their tails
For the National Handicap true sportsmen, we read,
Back Lloyd George of Criccieth, look you! yess, indeed!
Lloyd George of Criccieth

A 1920 pantomime hit for Music Hall stars Will Evans and Stanley Lupino, a fragment of which was collected in 1970 by Roy Palmer from the singing of Brenda Bentall. I have been unable to access the original sheet music – the lyrics above are very roughly transcribed from her singing. I will update when I can..