GIVE ME TRIPE AND ONIONS
Frederick Stanley (1924)

Some sing the praise of Bananas
And some the Cabarge and Cabean
And others the Rose and the Radish
The fairest that ever was seen
Now some like the Roast Beef of Old England
And others a s'nice Mince Pie
But when I am asked what I like best
I say as I wink my eye


Chorus -
Oh - Give me Tripe and Onions
Give Tripe and Onions to me
Don't like Lamb, Chicken or Ham
I can't stick your sloppy Beef Tea
Not keen on Roast Beef and Yorkshire
With Sausages I don't agree
Give me Tripe and Onions
Give Tripe and Onions to me
Don't like Lamb, Chicken or Ham
I can't stick your sloppy Beef Tea
Not keen on Roast Beef and Yorkshire
Oh - With Sausages I don't agree
Oh - Give me Tripe and Onions
Give Tripe and Onions to me


Last night I went to the theatre
The play was a drama fine
The villain had trapped the hero
And to finish him off lost no time
The hero went down with a sigh
For the heroine he met his death
Then he gazed on the crowd with mournful eye
And said as he gasped for breath

A friend of mine once had a birthday
A rare event to be sure
I wanted to give him a present
Although I am rather poor
I can't afford a house or motor
Or a Singer sewing machine
So "What will you have, Old Thing", I said
Says he, "All right, old bean"