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BALLAD OF BETHNAL GREEN
(Paddy Roberts)

I tell a tale of a jealous male and a maid of sweet sixteen.
She was blond and dumb and she lived with her mum on the fringe of Bethnal Green,
And she worked all week for a rich old Greek and her dad was on the dole,
But her one delight on a Friday night was to have a little rock and roll.

Now one fine day in the month of May she met her big romance.
He was dark and sleek with a scar on his cheek and a pair of stovepipe pants,
And she said, 'To you I would be true through all the years to come'
For she loved the gay abandoned way he chewed his chewing gum.

Now all went well because he fell for her girlish charms,
But he had a doubt when he caught her out in someone else's arms,
And he said, 'Look here! You know, my dear, this is going a bit too far' (fa-la)
And he went quite white and sloshed her right in the middle of a cha-cha-cha.

They went before a man of the law who said, 'This will not do.
I've had enough of the sort of stuff I get from the likes of you.'
And was she peeved when he received a longish term in clink!
In a fit of pique she married the Greek and now she's dressed in mink.


Don T.