Oh! Let me have another one, Georgie

Transcribed from the singing of Gordon Woods by John Howson

For I never knew my girl could drink until I took her out,
And then she shifted over fifty-seven half-pints of stout.
And as she fell in the passage 
You should've heard the darling roar: 

Oh, do let me have another, Georgie,
Let me have another and be sure,
If you don't let me have another, Georgie, 
You won't roll me over any more!

She asked me home to supper once, got introduced to Ma, 
My father toppled before my face, but I leant a bit too far.
She said goodnight at the garden gate and then she hung her head, 
And after I'd kissed her a hundred times, she laughed and winked and said,

Oh, let me have another, Georgie,
Let me have another and be sure,
If you don't let me have another, Georgie,
You won't come to supper any more!

We took a trip to Hampstead Heath, she rambled all about,
She got into a penny swing and I couldn't get her out.
I tossed her up for an hour or more, 'til I felt hot and dry,
And as the showman stopped the boat she cried, 'Don't let me die.' 

But do let me have another, Georgie,
Let me have another and be sure,
If you don't let me have another, Georgie,
You won't toss me over any more!

She dived into the sea one day: she made an awful splash. 
She rubbed about some pebbles and she caught the gravel rash.
The people shouted, "What-ho! She bumps, why dont you pull her out?"
And as I caught hold of her bloomers you should've hoard her holler out:

Do let me have another, Georgie,
Let me have another and be sure,
If you don't let me have another, Georgie,
You won't shake my bloomers any more!