UP FROM SOMERSET
Words Fred E Weatherly, Music Wilfrid Sanderson

Oh, we came up from Somerset
To see the Great Review,
There was Mary drest in her Sunday best
And our boy Billee too.
The drums were rolling rub-a.dub,
The trumpets tootled too,
When right up rode His Majesty,
An' says "An' who be you?"

"Oh we'm come up from Somerset,
Where the cider apples grow,
We'm come to see your Majesty
An' how the world-do go.
An' when you're wanting anyone,
If you'll kindly let us know,
We'll all come up from Somerset,
Because we loves you so ?"

Then the Queen she looked at Mary,
"An' what's your name?" she said,
But Mary blushed like any rose,
An' hung her pretty head.
So I ups an' nudges Mary,
"Speak up an' tell her, do!"
So she said "If you please your Majesty,
My name is Mary too!"

"An' we'm come up from Somerset,
Where the cider apples grow,
Where the gals can hem an' sew an' stitch,
And also reap and hoe.
An' if you're wantin' any gals
An' will kindly let us know,
We'll all come up from Somerset,
Because we loves you so!"

Then the King looked down at Billee-boy,
Before they rode away;
An' what is he going for to be?"
His Majesty did say.
So Billee pulled his forelock,
An' stood up trim and true,
"Oh I'm going to be a soldier, Sir,
For I wants to fight for you !"

"For we'm come up from Somerset,
Where the cider apples grow,
For we're all King's men in Somerset,
As they were long, long ago.
An' when you're wanting soger boys,
An' there's fighting for to do,
You just send word to Somerset
An' we'll all be up for you !"


Words transcribed from sheet music (single song) published by Boosey & Co Copyright 1913
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