You can see a video of this performance at YouTube.

(I found these lyrics online and then checked them against the video.)


DON'T HAVE ANY MORE, MRS MOORE
Harry Castling & James Walsh, 1926
Sung by Lily Morris

1. Mrs Moore, who lives next door,
Is such a dear old soul.
Of children she has a score,
And a husband on the dole.
I don't know how she manages to keep that lot, I'm sure.
I said to her today as she was standing at the door:

CHORUS: "Don't have any more, Mrs Moore.
Mrs Moore, please don't have any more.
The more you have, the more you'll want, they say,
And enough is as good as a feast any day.
If you have any more, Mrs Moore,
  You'll have to take the house next door.
  They're alright when they're here,
  But take my advice, old dear,
Don't have any more, Mrs Moore."

2. The little inn she uses most is called The Wooden Hut.
She's first one in at opening time, and last out when they shut.
And when she's had a few she tries to do the la-di-dah,
And gets so ratty when they shout at her across the bar:

CHORUS: "Don't have any more, Mrs Moore.
Mrs Moore, please don't have any more.
The more you have, the more you'll want, they say,
And enough is as good as a feast any day.
If you have any more, Mrs Moore,
  You'll never get to your street door.
  Too many double gins
  Give the ladies double chins.
Don't have any more, Mrs Moore."

3. She's had a lot of husbands who in love with her have fell.
This one is the seventh one, and he don't look too well.
A year ago she married him, and on their wedding day,
As they were walking down the aisle, I heard the parson say:

CHORUS: "Don't have any more, Mrs Moore.
Mrs Moore, please don't have any more.
The more you have, the more you'll want, they say,
And enough is as good as a feast any day.
If you have any more, Mrs Moore,
  I don't know what we'll do, I'm sure.
  Our cemetery's so small,
  There'll be no room for them all.
Don't have any more Mrs Moore."