I've been thinking to do this one for some time on paltalk. I might just get round to it now!
As sung by Steve Turner

GIRLS OF GLOSSOP ROAD

I'm just in the vein to sing a little strain so pin your attention down
To a tale I'll tell of a hallenscious swell I shall introduce as Brown
He was in the rifle corps, I mustn't say more so you that listen to me ode
Do the thing that's right all on a Sunday night with the girls of Glossop Road

With the girls of Glossop Road, with the girls of Glossop Road
Do the thing that's right all on a Sunday night with the girls of Glossop Road

Now Brown was a spark rather fond of a lark and a married man tho' not chaste
And little he cared how his own wife fared if another girl took his taste
So himself he dressed in his regimental best and proud as a peacock strode
Admiring the girls crinolines and curls as they walked up Glossop Road

He accosted a fair with dark wavy hair, blue boots and a red leather belt
And he smiled and he talked as they onward walked endeavouring her heart to melt
Then this sly volunteer gave a wink and a leer enquiring her name and abode
And he felt as grand as a lord of the land with the girls of Glossop Road

At length Mr Brown and this girl sat down in a neat little inn close by
Where he ordered a drain of draught champagne and a quarter of a cold pork pie
And they hugged and they pressed coaxed, cuddled and caressed and kisses he gave her a load
And he fell upon his knees as spooning as you please with the girls of Glossop Road

This quaint little man had scarcely began his love tale out for to pour
When who should he see but his own Mrs B peepin' at the parlour door
With the bound of a bear she fastened on his hair crying as her anger rose
I'll tear away your eyes if you've come to exercise with the girls of Glossop Road

Well to set the matter right the women had a fight and a right old timer up and down
They smashed to smithereens hats gowns and crinolines and then they went to work on Brown
He was jolly well thrashed and his head got smashed and the crowd their abuse bestowed
And his fine uniform went to blazes in the storm with the girls of Glossop Road

Then a lot of the police, 'cos he'd broken the peace took Brown to the town hall cell
Where he had to ruminate on his unlucky fate with many of the fast young swells
And his wife ran away the very next day and the cause of this little episode
Is a volunteer still tho' he never goes to drill with the girls of Glossop Road