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First Published<\/td>1906<\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

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Writer\/composer<\/td>Worton David \/ Sam Mayo<\/td>Roud<\/strong><\/td>RN30373<\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

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Music Hall Performers<\/strong><\/td>Sam Mayo<\/td><\/tr>
Folk performances<\/strong><\/td>Collected from the singing of:<\/strong>
Vickers, Emma; England : Lancashire; 1950s\/60s<\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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Hush! What do you think? I'm as scared as a mouse\nThe people say we've got a ghost in the house\nI made up my mind I would settle that ghost\nSo armed with a flat-iron, I took up my post\n\nAt a minute to seven last night\nI had a most terrible shock\nAt a minute to seven last night\nIt was close upon seven o' clock<\/em>\n\nI once bought a horse and it did make me grin\nHe was a fine horse, but he looked a bit thin\nI said to the horse-dealer, 'Send him tonight\nRound to my house' And he answered, 'Alright'\n\nBut what if there's nobody in?\nTo bring it back would be a bore'\nHe said, 'What if there's nobody in?'\nI said, 'Push it under the door'<\/em>\n\nI once went to law with the man next to me\nI was bitten one day by his dog, don't you see\nHe took a piece out of me, where I can't say\nThe Judge looked at me in a kind-hearted way\n\nAnd said, 'Has this dog bit you before?'\nHe really was thoughtful and kind\nHe said, 'Has the dog bit you before?'\nI said, 'No Sir, he's bit me behind'<\/em>\n\nThe wife had some lobster for supper last night\nAnd dreamt about harems and Turkish delight\nSaid she, 'It was horrible!' there on her knee\nWere six girls, who took her the Sultan to be.\n\nAnd they tickled her here and then there\nSaid she, 'I was horrified quite'\nThey tickled her here and then there\nI'm having some lobster tonight.<\/em>\n\nA ticket inspector I once used to be\nUpon the South Eastern, you may have seen me\nOne day a young lady said, 'I'm full of woe\nI've swallowed my ticket though how I don't know.\n\nI said, 'I can't help that, my dear\nI've got to attend to my 'biz'\nI said, 'I can't help that, my dear\nI must punch it wherever it is.<\/em>\n\nWhen Adam met Eve it is rumoured that she\nHad on her new Whitsuntide clothes, so had he\n'Have we met before?' to the maiden he cried\nSaid she, 'Not till now sir, but still' she replied,\n\n'We'll see more of each other, I hope'\nAs to twinkle her eye she began\n'We'll see more of each other, I hope'\nSaid he, 'I don't see how we can.'<\/em>\n\nOnce as a postman I tried for a berth\nThe Postmaster said, 'Well, let's see what you're worth.'\nI answered his questions, well, all except one\nWhich was, 'How far is it from the earth to the sun?'\n\nHow far from the earth to the sun!\nI fainted and fell to the ground\nHow far from the earth to the sun!\nI said, 'Put someone else on that round.'<\/em>\n\nLast Christmas Eve, at a Ball I went to\nI was dancing a waltz, and had nearly got through\nWhen a fellow came up with a long solemn face\nSaid he, 'Come away, sir, from this awful place.\n\n'To the devil you're dancing, my boy\nThis dancing is life's greatest curse\nTo the devil you're dancing, my boy.'\nI said, 'Never mind, I can reverse.'<\/em>\n<\/pre>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n
A song  written by Worton David<\/a>, composed and perfomed by \u00a0Sam Mayo<\/a>. 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<\/a>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Fred Hamer collected it from the singing of Emma Vickers in the 1950s\/60s.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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