What I want is a proper cup o' coffee, made in a proper coffee pot.
I may be off me dot, but I like a cup o' coffee from a copper coffee pot,
Iron coffee pots and tin coffee pots, oh they're no use to me,
If I can't have a proper cup o' coffee from a proper copper coffee pot,

I'll have a cup'o tea!

The sultan sat on his oriental mat in his harim, High Street, Persia
.........................he cried out, 'Curse ya, curse ya!'

Courtesy of John Foreman in the 60s. I've got the sheet music somewhere.

'We all go the same way home'
has the verse...
'A Rajah gay was travelling back to India once again, with his four and twenty little wives.
In one compartment of the train with all of them he got, for to keep his jealous eye upon the lot.
The porter said, 'Now hey, you're overcrowded, there's room in here for ten not 32.'
The Rajah said, 'Now we're alright, though we're packed in extra tight, come, come, get together do...
For we all go the same way home, all the old collectioon, in the same direction etc. etc.

One of me grandad's songs.