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IT'S THE SYME THE 'OLE WORLD OVER cho: It's the syme the 'ole world over It's the poor wot gets the blyme; While the rich 'as all the pleasures, Now ain't that a bleedin' shyme! She was just a farmer's daughter Pure, unsullied was 'er nyme When a country squire came courting And the poor girl lorst 'er nyme! So she went to live in Lunnon Sinkin' deeper in 'er shyme There she met another squire, Once again she lorst 'er nyme. See 'im with 'is 'orse and carriage Drinkin' champagne in 'is club! While the wictim of 'is passions Drinks 'er Guinness in a pub. See 'er all alone and friendless Walkin' streets at night in shyme When she met a Labor leader And again she lorst 'er nyme. See 'im in the 'ouse of Commons Mykin' laws to put down crime While the woman 'e 'as ruined 'Angs 'er 'ead in wicked shyme. See 'er in 'er 'orse and carriage Dribin' d'ily through the park Though she's mide a wealthy marriage, Still she 'ides a breaking 'eart. In a cottage down in Blighty There 'er aged parents live, Drinking champagne that she sends them, But they never can forgive. @musichall filename[ SYMEOVER TUNE FILE: SYMEOVER CLICK TO PLAY RG |
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