Lyr Add: Songs sung by Gracie Fields

Subject: Lyr Add: Songs sung by Gracie Fields
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 31 Mar 11 - 03:08 PM

Joe Offer and I agreed that there are too many threads of Gracie Fields songs. (In case you haven't noticed, I've been working intermittently for about a month now, collecting, transcribing and posting the many comical songs that Gracie Fields sang.)

Those songs that have provoked substantial discussion will be left in their own separate threads. Those that haven't will be moved into this thread. So this thread will probably grow quite large and contain lots of lyrics. Please keep that in mind, and when you want to comment on a song, be sure to name the song. Otherwise it could get quite confusing.

At some point I will post a list of all the Gracie Fields songs that I know about, with links to appropriate threads; but that list is a work in progress now.

Subject: Lyr Add: IN OLD SIBERIA (from Gracie Fields)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 31 Mar 11 - 03:09 PM

Found at Bill Hanks' web site - Click to play an mp3 file. Here's my transcription. Notice there are several doubtful words. I would appreciate any help in correcting them, or filling in the gaps.

The tune seems derived from THE SONG OF THE VOLGA BOATMEN, with something added, possibly from another Russian folk song.


IN OLD SIBERIA
Words and music by Harper
As sung by Gracie Fields, 1933.

I love my big strong Cossack-ovitch.
He smokes the wrong kind(?) tobacco-vitch,
Because he ...(?) from the bill,
Went and rifled the till,
Got the sack-ovitch.
He told me his tale of woe-ovitch,
That he had nowhere to go-ovitch.
He hadn't eaten a crust
Since October the fust,
Got no dough-ovitch.

He came from Moscow.
His name was Bosco.
All day he'd stand in a ditch
Sellin' ice-cream-ovitch
In old Siberia.
He gets his vodka
All on the nod-ka.
His soul was passion aglow,
Melting half of the snow
In old Siberia.

I call him Hector,
My chest protector.
His bushy beard may be daft
But it keeps out the draft
In old Siberia.

He came to my house to stop-ovitch.
I have to tell him to hop-ovitch.
He's plotting bloodthirsty plots
And he's driving me pots,
Russian wop-ovitch!
He thinks my house frankly(?) good enough.
I think by now that I've stood enough.
Believe me, I'm in a shtook.
He says I never cook
Yorkshire pud enough.

His uncle Igor,
Him big strong tiger.
He came to stay for the day
But he no go away
From old Siberia.
His dad and mother
Came with his brother.
They must take me for a ...(?)
Fixed(?) me bread and me butch(?)
In old Siberia.

My hair I tore-ski
When through the door-ski
He marched his kids and his wife
And I've got 'em for life
In old Siberia.

Subject: Lyr Add: MARY ELLEN'S HOT POT PARTY (G Fields)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 31 Mar 11 - 05:42 PM

Found at Bill Hanks' web site - Click to play an mp3 file. Here's my transcription:


MARY ELLEN'S HOT POT PARTY
Words and music by Harry Tilsley, Stanley J. Damerell, and Robert Hargreaves
As sung by Gracie Fields, 1932.

We 'ad a bit o' fun up north, by gum, we did, an' all,
When last week Mary Ellen 'ad a do.
She gave a hot-pot party. Ev'ryone was asked to call,
An' they rolled up in a crowd to see it through.

We 'ad nobility from ev'ry part o' Lancashire.
They rattled up in clogs an' evenin' dress,
With all the peers o' Preston an' the swells o' Stalybridge,
An' with barrow lads from Barrow-in-Furness.

At Mary Ellen's 'ot-pot party,
The lads an' lasses all were gay an' 'earty.
Everyone was 'ere, the cream o' Lancashire,
With the rajah o' Runcorn an' the prince o' Wigan Pier.
Somebody filled a wash-han' jug with ale reet up to t' spout.
We used it as a loving-cup an' 'anded it about.
But t' knocker-up 'e knocked it back until it knocked 'im out,
At Mary Ellen's 'ot-pot do.

The 'ot-pot filled the room with steam. 'Twas like a washin' day,
An' people 'ad to grope their way about.
The table-cloth was perfect, well, except for one big 'ole
Where someone 'ad cut the crossword puzzle out.

As she was dishin' out the 'ot-pot, Mary Ellen said:
"There'll be enough to go round, I 'ope.
I made it in the hip-bath." Then John Willie tasted 'is
An' said, "Well, thou might 'a' taken out the soap!"

At Mary Ellen's 'ot-pot party,
The lads an' lasses all were gay an' 'earty.
All the elite, what a famous crew!
With the big bugs o' Bolton an' the swells o' Salford too!
A conjuror entertained us. 'E were gormless though, I fear.
He tried all sorts o' things but couldn't make 'em disappear.
The only thing that 'e could do the trick well with was beer,
At Mary Ellen's 'ot-pot do.

At Mary Ellen's 'ot-pot party
The lads an' lasses all were gay an' 'earty.
Wasn't it a crowd? Wasn't it a school,
With the wot-nots o' Widnes an' the lords o' Liverpool?
We sat down to the 'ot-pot an' someone began to bleat.
He said, "To leave the eyes in t' potatoes isn't reet."
Mary Ellen said, "I left 'em in to 'elp us look for t' meat!"
At Mary Ellen's 'ot-pot do.

Subject: Lyr Add: MOSCOW (from Gracie Fields)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 31 Mar 11 - 09:01 PM

What a goofy song!

Found at Bill Hanks' web site - Click to play an mp3 file. Here's my transcription:


MOSCOW
Words and music by Evans
As sung by Gracie Fields, 1929

China is a long way off and Aberdeen is close,
But I love my hometown best.
I was born in Moscow where the snow's as cold as ice,
And they all wear moleskin vests.
I long to hear the Volga boatmen's song
As they row their rickshaws by. Hi!
Moscow, ta-ra-ra-ra-ra-boom-de-ay-ski,
Hip-hooray-ski!
Moscow, where all the scrooges get their vodka
On the nod-ka.
They wear fur and skins of animals large and small:
Bearskins, banana skins, and rabbits and cats and all.
Moscow, where all the Volga boatmen sing, "Ta-ra-ra-ra-ra and the same to you!"

It's so cold in Moscow, when you're talking, ev'ry word
Freezes hard as it comes out.
They've to warm their conversation in the frying pan
Before they know what it's about.
I long to see my Moscow home once more,
With the snowballs round the door, sure!
Moscow, ta-ra-ra-ra-ra-boom-de-ay-ski!
Hip-hooray-ski!
Moscow, where Pola Negri got her film fame
And her chilblains.
There's cold stuff and hot stuff; some of the girls are beauts.
That's why their husbands wear whopping great Russian boots.
Moscow, where all the Volga boatmen shout, "Ta-ra-ra-ra-ra and the same to you!"

Moscow, ta-ra-ra-ra-ra-boom-de-ay-ski,
Hip-hooray-ski!
Moscow, don't think that they can't do the can-can,
Because we can-can.
Their dance band has some grand instruments, you must own.
The nutmeg squeegee, the wonderful razzophone(?).
Moscow, where all the Volga boatmen shout, "Ta-ra-ra-ra-ra and the same to you!"

Subject: Lyr Add: MRS. BINNS'S TWINS (from Gracie Fields)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 31 Mar 11 - 09:43 PM

Found at Bill Hanks' web site - Click to play an mp3 file. Here's my transcription:


MRS. BINNS'S TWINS
Words and music by J. P. Long, Will E. Haines & Jimmy Harper (1938)
As sung by Gracie Fields

Behold in me a member of a family called Binns.
My mother's just increased the population with some twins.
A lovely girl, a bouncing boy, they've neither mumps nor quinsies.
We've had a family gathering to name the Binns's twinses.

"Eric and Veronica," suggested Auntie Monica
To Nurse as she removed the safety pins.
Cecil and Cecilia, Clarence and Ophelia
Were some of the names they tried to bung on Mrs. Binns's twins.

"Call the girl-child Pansy," said the curate, looking coy.
"Oh, no," said Sister Susie. "Folks will think that she's a boy."
"Well, you can call 'em what the heck you like," said Uncle Benjie Binns,
"But what about summat to drink the 'ealth of Mrs. Binns's twins?"

Old Bill, the captain of a barge, suggested Eb and Flo.
Bob Brown, who's breeding rabbits, gave his vote for Buck and Doe.
Then just as we'd made up our minds to call them Kate and Sidney,
Old Silverside, our butcher, said, "Well, why not Steak and Kidney?"

"Bonaparte and Josephine," suggested Great-Aunt Clementine,
Who'd had about a dozen double gins.
Archibald and Adeline, Claudius and Caroline,
Were some of the names they tried to bung on Mrs. Binns's twins.

"Call them Bright and Breezy," said the servant-girl Mariah.
"You can call 'em Wet an' Windy said old Doctor Macintyre.
Father said, "If I weren't scared of adding to me sins,
I'd tell you a few of the names I've got for both the blinkin' Binns's twinses."

Subject: Lyr Add: OBADIAH'S MOTHER (Gracie Fields)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 31 Mar 11 - 10:46 PM

Found at Bill Hanks' web site - Click to play an mp3 file. Here's my transcription:


OBADIAH'S MOTHER
Words and music by Jimmy Kennedy
As sung by Gracie Fields, 1931

Obadiah Jenkins he was very keen on me.
He said, "Come home to tea. You must meet mother."
I was feeling hungry and just for curiosity,
I said, "All right, I'll come and meet your mother."
He told me I was beautiful and he called me Baby Doll,
But when I met his mother, she just spoiled it all.
Says I, "How do you do?"
Says she, "The same to you!"
When I met Obadiah's mother.
Says I, "You're looking fine."
Says she, "The pleasure's mine!"
When I met Obadiah's mother.
I said, "We're having lovely weather, for the time of the year."
And she said, "Yes, it's raining and you're looking very queer."
She told me I was daft.
...(?) felt a draft
When I met Obadiah's mother.

The table it was all laid out and ev'rything looked fine.
Yes, everything looked fine, except his mother.
She looked at me as if she'd like to pickle me in brine.
I wasn't a success, not with his mother.
It put me in a fidget the way she glared at me,
As if I were no better than I ought to be.
Says I, "I thought I'd call."
Says she, "You would and all,"
When I met Obadiah's mother.
Says I, "I've come to tea."
Says she, "Why pick on me?"
When I met Obadiah's mother.
I said, "I met your son when he was taking out the dog,"
But she said, "Oh, I thought he must have met you in a fog,
And later on he'll find it's true that love is blind.
You can't kid Obadiah's mother."
Said I, "I love the lad."
Said she, "You must be mad!"
When I met Obadiah's mother.

I felt that I could scream,
And bang went love's young dream,
When I met Obadiah's mother.
She said, "His father's in the mad-house; been in there since June,
And t' judge by what he brings home, Obadiah's going soon."
Then she said with allure(?),
"Goodbye and bolt the door,"
When I left Obadiah's mother.

Subject: Lyr Add: OH MAGGIE WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN UP TO?
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 31 Mar 11 - 11:27 PM

Found at Bill Hanks' web site - Click to play an mp3 file. Here's my transcription:


OH! MAGGIE, WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN UP TO?
Words and music by Elton
As sung by Gracie Fields, 1929

1. Maggie was a shy young lady. Maggie had never been kissed.
Sisters and cousins,
Relations by the dozens,
Always told her what she'd missed.
But one night with delight she came home late, yes, sir.
We met her at the garden gate and said to her:

CHORUS: Oh, Maggie, what have you been up to, you been up to tonight?
Have you been in the park? Been in the dark?
Been for a cuddle with a gay old spark?
Did he tell you the old, old story? Did he squeeze you nice and tight?
Oh, Maggie, oh, Maggie, what have you been up to tonight?

2. Maggie said, "Oh, stop your nonsense! You know that I'm very strict.
I've had no kisses,
Don't know what courting bliss is,
And you needn't think I've clicked(?).
We just walked and we talked all night of this and that."
So we said, "Wow! What were you doing in a shearer's(?) hat?"

Subject: Lyr Add: OH SAILOR BEHAVE (from Gracie Fields)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 01 Apr 11 - 08:10 AM

Found at Bill Hanks' web site - Click to play an mp3 file. Here's my transcription:


OH! SAILOR, BEHAVE!
Words and music by Dawson Street, ©1931.
As sung by Gracie Fields

She
Sat on a sailor's knee,
A sailor's knee,
Sweet Nancy Lee,
And listen: He
Gave her a kiss or three.
Ha-ha, hee-hee!
And pretty little Nancy Lee,
How she sighed,
Moony eyed,
As he lied,
And so she cried:
Oh, that kiss you gave,
That little kiss you gave,
Good night! But oh! Oh! Sailor, behave!
You are bold and brave,
But how you need a shave!
It tickles! Oh! Oh! Sailor, behave!
I feel that I should have listened to Ma.
She says that she knows what you sailors are.
I am with the Navy.
Mother, come and save me
Quickly! Oh! Oh! Sailor, behave!

She clung to his manly chest.
His manly chest,
She liked it best.
And listen: He sang to her, "Drake, go west!"
She cried, "It's nest!
So here's a little duck going west."
He says, "Dear,
Have no fear.
Stay right here."
She said, "Oh, yeahr? *
Oh, that kiss you gave,
That little kiss you gave,
Was nice, but oh! Oh! Sailor, behave!
You are bold and brave,
But how you need a shave!
It tickles. Oh! Oh! Sailor, behave!
Heaven help the sailor, cry some silly elves.
Sailors don't need help; they all help themselves.
I am with the Navy.
Mother, come and save me
Quickly! Oh! Oh! Sailor, behave!

You are so rough when you cuddle and squeeze!
Oh, Jack, be careful! I – slid off your knees!
I am with the Navy.
Mother, come and save me
Quickly! Oh! Oh! Sailor, behave!


[* The word is "yeah" but she pronounces it to rhyme, approximately, with dear/fear/here. It sounds vaguely Brooklynese, although the rest of the song doesn't.]

[I have no idea what the lines about ducks and drakes mean.]

Subject: Lyr Add: OH YOU HAVE NO IDEA (from Gracie Fields)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 01 Apr 11 - 11:56 AM

This song has a ragtime rhythm.

Found at Bill Hanks' web site - Click to play an mp3 file. Here's my transcription:


OH, YOU HAVE NO IDEA!
Words and music by Dan Daugherty, Phil Ponce, & Bob Haring, ©1928.
As sung by Gracie Fields

There's a girl,
There's a girl,
Has the old men wishin'
For new ambition
Ev'ry time they see her passing along.
What a girl!
What a girl!
She's a real live petter,
A sweetheart getter.
When I tell you, I'm not telling you wrong.
Has she lips that the boys adore?
Does she know what she's got 'em for?
Oh, you have no idea!
Has she eyes that are full of love?
Do they show what she's thinking of?
Oh, you have no idea!
She's got a lot of loving charms.
Say, she is a dream.
And with that lot of loving charms
She's wrecked the blackbird(?) football team.
Does she strut when you take her out?
Does she know what it's all about?
Oh, you have no idea!

There she goes.
There she goes.
Ev'ry time she passes,
Get out your glasses,
'Cause you're sure to see the class of the town.
Never late
For a date.
Brother you can bet it,
And don't forget it.
She picks who she wants then turns the rest down.
Has she lips that the boys adore?
Does she know what she's got 'em for?
Oh, you have no idea!
Has she eyes that are full of love?
Do they show what she's thinking of?
Oh, you have no idea!
She's got a fuzzy-wuzzy coat.
She thinks it's raccoon.
And how that fuzzy-wuzzy coat
Eats mothballs ev'ry year in June!
Can she bend any full-grown male?
Why, sure she can. She should be in jail.
Oh, you have no idea!

Subject: Lyr Add: ONLY A GLASS OF CHAMPAGNE (Gracie Fields)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 01 Apr 11 - 01:11 PM

It took me a while to figure out whether this song was meant to be ironic. If so, the irony is much more subtle than most of Gracie's novelty songs. But it becomes more obvious near the end, if you listen to the recording.

Found at Bill Hanks' web site - Click to play an mp3 file. Here's my transcription:


ONLY A GLASS OF CHAMPAGNE
Words by Arthur Wimperis. Music by Noel Gay. ©1941.
As sung by Gracie Fields, 1949

Here is a picture: a man and a girl
Rolling along in the shade.
He is a marquis, the son of an earl.
She is a pure village maid.

He tells her he loves her again and again.
She thinks he is honest and true,
And then on the night that he gave her champagne,
He did what he ought not to do.

Only a glass of champagne,
But it's led a young girl into sin.
Only a glass of champagne,
Was the door where the devil crept in.

It's just an old story; it's always the same.
Just like a poor moth, she flew too near the flame.
She opened her wings and she lost her good name,
All through a glass of champagne.

Think of her future: the sorrow, the shame,
Neither a maid nor a wife.
Think of her parents who gave her the name
She has dishonoured for life.

Now what's to become of her, spurned and reviled,
Into oblivion hurled?
And what can she offer the fatherless child
That she has brought into the world?

Only a glass of champagne,
But it's led a young girl into sin.
Only a glass of champagne
Was the door where the devil crept in.

She lost her honour in sorrow and shame.
With her false lover she pleaded in vain,
But by the next morning she'd lost it again,
All through a glass of champagne.

All you young maidens (well, never mind) take warning from her.
If you should go out with a lord or a sir,
Be careful you don't let the same thing occur
All through a glass of champagne.

Subject: Lyr Add: OUR AVENUE (from Gracie Fields)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 01 Apr 11 - 04:53 PM

Found at Bill Hanks' web site - Click to play an mp3 file. Here's my transcription:


OUR AVENUE
Words by R. P. Weston and Bert Lee; music by Harris Weston. ©1925.
As sung by Gracie Fields

I know a little row of 'ouses,
An' they're not so very far from town.
Oh, they're such dainty little 'ouses,
If you blow on them they'll all fall down.
It's a nice little street, such a nice little street,
An' again I'll repeat: it's a nice little street.
Did I say a street? Excuse me, please do,
For the street is not a street at all; it's our avenue.

CHORUS: Our avenue is a nice avenue.
'Aven' you been down our avenue?
'Ave a new 'ouse down our avenue,
An' learn why they call it our avenue.
Our avenue's full of tradesmen
Who keep t' avenue good an' strong.
Oh, they're 'avin' you, 'avin' me, 'avin' ev'rybody
In the avenue all day long.

If you should know our lady's due dress(?)
Come an' see them in our avenue.
If Mrs Brown should 'ave a new dress,
Mrs Smith must 'ave a new dress, too.
Mrs Green'll 'ave one. Mrs. Jones'll 'ave one.
Mrs ...[*] be done, so of course she'll 'ave one.
Down in our avenue, should your wife 'ave a new
Baby, askin' for a birthday, then it's I'll 'ave one too.

[In the subsequent patter, someone tells Gracie that she hasn't been pronouncing her aitches, so she repeats:]

Hour havenue is a nice havenue.
Haven' you been down hour havenue?...(etc.)


[* There seems to be a record skip at this point in the recording I listened to.]

Subject: Lyr Add: POOR LITTLE WILLIE (from Gracie Fields)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 01 Apr 11 - 06:42 PM

Found at Bill Hanks' web site - Click to play an mp3 file. Here's my transcription:


POOR LITTLE WILLIE
Words and music by Savage
As sung by Gracie Fields, 1933

Now here is a warning: Don't go to a play
With a kid as'll think it's all true.
Young Mrs. Jones took her Willie one day,
And now there's a nice how-d'ye-do.

CHORUS: Poor little Willie, he's deaf and he's dumb.
Poor little Willie's insane.
His eyes is all goggled and gloomy and glum.
What a shame! What a shame! What a shame!

Murder and bloodshed was done in the play.
Wives from their husbands was torn,
And villains they smiled with a cynical smile,
While poor Willie's face was all drawn. CHORUS

One morning a beggar girl came to his house.
Her face was all wrinkled with care.
She loved(?) poor Willie, but Willie said nothing,
'Cause he didn't know she was there.

Willie felt somebody stroking his hair.
He didn't know what to say.
So he flashed her a smile with his poor twisted lips,
And the beggar girl fainted away. CHORUS

Out through the doors they went hand in hand,
And wandered along down the street,
And soon with the snow falling fast in the Strand,
They was looking for something to eat.

They gazed at the buns in the baker-house shop,
Along with a lean hungry dog.
Nobody saw them; good reason for this,
'Cause as well as the snow there was fog.

Soon after, a p'liceman passed by on his beat.
"What you doing, you nippers?" he said.
Nobody answered; good reason for that,
'Cause the poor little blighters was dead. CHORUS

Subject: Lyr Add: I LIKE SCENTED SOAP (from Gracie Fields)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 01 Apr 11 - 11:34 PM

Found at Bill Hanks' web site - Click to play an mp3 file. Here's my transcription:


(I LIKE) SCENTED SOAP *
Words and music by L. Weston, ©1929.
As sung by Gracie Fields

Having presents given is the greatest joy in life.
Some folks choose a crate of scotch and others choose a wife.
Married folks get cruets and teetotallers get tea,
But if you want to know the present you can send to me—

CHORUS: I like scented soap! I like scented soap!
Since scented soap was sent to me,
I've been as clean as clean can be.
I like scented soap as in my bath I frolic,
So if you send me scented soap, don't send carbolic!

A chunk(?) ... **
They offered him all sorts of soap, but he refused to bath.
They offered him sweet lavender, and then they said he might
Have his bath with violet, so he yelled with delight— CHORUS


[* The title was given as SCENTED SOAP on Gracie Fields' recording, and as I LIKE SCENTED SOAP on the sheet music.

[** This line was mostly unintelligible due to a record skip in the recording I listened to.]

Subject: Lyr Add: SHALL I BE AN OLD MAN'S DARLING (Fields)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 02 Apr 11 - 01:24 AM

Found at Bill Hanks' web site - Click to play an mp3 file. Here's my transcription:


SHALL I BE AN OLD MAN'S DARLING?
Words and music by W. E. Haines & J. Harper, ©1935
As sung by Gracie Fields

I'm in such a tangle
Since a bloke began to dangle
All 'is tainted gold in front of Mother's eyes.
Said I'd be secured for life
If I'd only be his wife.
Now I'm not goin' to marry
Any old Tom or Dick or 'arry.
It's me poor but 'onest Dave I idolize.
But mother says that I should wed
Old Mister Moneybags instead.
Although me 'eart is free,
And money's temptin' me,
I'm crazy on me sweet'eart Dave.
Shall I be an old man's darling,
Or shall I be a young man's slave?
The old 'un may be bent,
But 'e can pay the rent,
But can 'e buy the love I crave?
Shall I be an old man's darling,
Or shall I be a young man's slave?
David, David, dearest darling David,
Don't let filthy lucre come between us.
David, David, make some money, David.
If you don't you'll lose your little Venus.
Now shall I sell me soul,
Or shall I draw the dole,
An' go without me Marcel wave?
Shall I be an old man's darling,
Or shall I be a young man's slave?

Mother keeps on naggin'.
All day long 'er tongue is waggin',
Says that love is just a lot of tommyrot.
Better wed the wealth and ease
Than develop 'ousemaid's knees.
You'll slave just like a nigger,
An' you'll lose your lovely figure,
An' the beautiful proportions that you've got.
Well, maybe I could do much worse
Than be a Rip Van Winkle's nurse.
I'm sure to die with fright
Upon me weddin' night,
But mother says I must be brave.
Shall I be an old man's darling,
Or shall I be a young man's slave?
I've tattooed near me heart
A cupid with 'is dart,
And underneath it, "I love Dave."
Shall I be an old man's darling,
Or shall I be a young man's slave?
David, David, dearest darling David,
Save me from this wicked monster's clutches.
David, David, get a move on, David.
If you don't I'll smash 'im with 'is crutches.
I wouldn't care two pins
If only I was twins.
I wouldn't 'ave to misbe'ave.
One could be the old man's darling,
But I should be the young man's slave.

Subject: Lyr Add: AT THE END OF THE DAY (Donald O'Keefe)
From: Nick
Date: 02 Apr 11 - 05:29 AM

This was written by my great uncle and sang by Gracie Fields among others

AT THE END OF THE DAY
(Donald O'Keefe)

At the end of the day just kneel and say
"Thank you, Lord, for my work and play".
I've tried to be good, for I know that I should
That's a prayer for the end of the day.

So when the new dawn begins to break
Just lift up your eyes, let your heart awake
Be ready to meet what the day may send
And be ready to greet every man as a friend

Nobody knows what a power you have found
So do what you can for the others around
Carry them high when they seem to be low
As on your way you go.

At the end of the day just kneel and say
"Thank you, Lord, for my work and play".
I've tried to be good, for I know that I should
That's my prayer at the end of the day.

At the end of the day just kneel and say
"Thank you, Lord, for my work and play".
I've tried to be good, for I know that I should
That's my prayer at the end of the day.

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Songs sung by Gracie Fields
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 02 Apr 11 - 12:14 PM

Here's a link for AT THE END OF THE DAY (1951) at Bill Hanks' web site - Click to play an mp3 file.

Several libraries have the sheet music or recordings.

Subject: Lyr Add: SO LONG LADS WE'RE OFF (Gracie Fields)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 02 Apr 11 - 03:26 PM

Found at Bill Hanks' web site - Click to play an mp3 file. Here's my transcription:


SO LONG, LADS, WE'RE OFF
[I was not able to find out who wrote this.]
As sung by Gracie Fields, 1933

Our landlord got the needle 'cause we owed 'im two years' rent
So Father says, "We're off," an' last Saturday we went.
We couldn't go in t' daytime with the neighbours pokin' round.
We 'ad to wait till after dark when folks were sleepin' sound.
From Uncle Sam we borrowed t' pony cart,
Then packed our things all ready to depart.

There was our Mary Ellen singin' on the mangle,
All amongst the tables an' the chairs.
There was our little Willie stuck inside the coal box,
Covered up with carpet from the stairs.
Father with 'is rabbits was sittin' on the bedstead,
Feelin' proper poorly with a cough,
An' Mother in the washtub on the top o' t' chest o' drawers,
Singin', "So long, lads. We were off."

The night was damp an' mucky an' the muck(?) was like pea soup.
We lost our way completely. We were a merry troop.
We bumped into a lamppost an' a big surprise we got.
The pony tumbled over with the cart an' all the lot.
We found ourselves all shut out in the street,
An' what we said is not fit to repeat.

There was our Mary Ellen ...(?) a mattress,
Shoutin', "Quick! I'm chokin'! Let me out!"
There was our little Willie, got 'old on the teapot
An' started suppin' tea from out o' t' spout.
Father climbed a lamppost an' tried to take it easy,
Feelin' proper poorly with a cough.
Suddenly 'e tumbled, 'is pants caught on a nail,
Shoutin', "So long, lassie. We're off."

The furniture was broken up but none o' us was 'urt,
Although we all looked mucky what with rollin' in the dirt.
Then Father said, "I think it's time we found a place to stop.
Let's go along to t' Spotted Dog an' knock the landlord up."
We got outside the pub at 'alf past two,
An' once inside, we 'ad a proper do.

There was our Mary Ellen bangin' on t' pianna,
Singin' cheery-like without a stop.
There was our little Willie, fatter than a football,
Full o' currant buns an' ginger pop.
Father with 'is rabbits were singin', "Rule, Britannia!"
Forgettin' 'e 'ad ever 'ad a cough,
An' Mother an' the landlord were runnin' down the street
Shoutin', "So long, lads. Ee, we're off!"

An' that was the end o' a perfect day.
They talk about it yet in Lancashire,
For ev'ryone admits, though our furniture's in bits,
'Twas the best removal done round 'ere.

Subject: Lyr Add: THE PARTY'S GETTING ROUGH (Gracie Fields)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 02 Apr 11 - 06:12 PM

Found at Bill Hanks' web site - Click to play an mp3 file. Here's my transcription:


THE PARTY'S GETTING ROUGH
Words and music by Pat Aza, ©1931
As sung by Gracie Fields

It isn't so very often I lose me temper,
But I really couldn't 'elp it the other night,
And when I tell you why I lost me temper,
Well, you're sure to say that I was in the right.

Our neighbour, Mrs Smutty, gave a party.
There were nineteen or twenty of us there
When some of them got a bit familiar,
So I shouted as I flew down the stairs:

"Give me back me 'at an' coat. The party's gettin' rough.
I don't like the way you play at Blind Man's Buff.
Turn up the light, please, Mr Brown.
If you don't, I'll scream the place right down.

"That was not Postman's Knock you played.
It was some new kind of stuff.
I can stand a bit of fun, but come, come, come!
Give me back me 'at an' coat. The party's gettin' rough."

Mrs Smutty said, "I'm awfully sorry,
But you know what boys an' girls at ... be."
I said, "I know, me dear, but that's no reason
Why they should try an' play their tricks on me."

"Don't get upset, my dear," said Mrs Smutty.
So I said, "Right," an' we were friends once more,
But someone said, "Atta boy!" an' this started,
So I shouted out much louder than before:

"I've been to a few parties in me time, but never been to a do like that."
Mrs Smutty said, "What are you goin' so early for, Mrs B?"
I said, "What am I goin' so early for? Ask Mr Robinson. 'E knows.
Blind Man's Buff! 'E wasn't so blindfolded as you all think.

"Next time you play Blind Man's Buff, Mr Robinson,
Have your 'ands blindfolded as well."
Mrs Smutty said, "Oh, well, it must 'ave been an accident."
I said, "Yes, I'm very like to get in an accident every day. Anyway, I'm goin'.

"Give me back me 'at an' coat. The party's gettin' rough.
I may look a muggins, but I've 'ad enough.
You've played a game called Nuts in May,
But I played it in a different way.

"Kiss in the Ring, well it's quite all right
With your little bits of fluff.
I'm a sport, but, ee by gum! Now come, come, come, come, come, come, come!
Give me back me 'at an' coat. The party's gettin' rough."

Subject: Lyr Add: THAT MUST HAVE BEEN OUR WALTER (G Fields)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 02 Apr 11 - 07:19 PM

Found at Bill Hanks' web site - Click to play an mp3 file. Here's my transcription:


THAT MUST HAVE BEEN OUR WALTER
Words by Graham Squiers. Music by Edge Barston, ©1931.
As sung by Gracie Fields

Who was it who must have been a marvel from his birth?
That must have been our Walter.
Who was it you'd think was good enough to own the earth?
That must have been our Walter.
Who was it that when you ever met him anywhere,
Would make you think him wonderful and all the girls declare
That he must be the answer to the little maiden's prayer?
That must have been our Walter.

I had a brother Walter who was such a clever boy,
Mother used to say he was our only pride and joy.
Mother always gave us Walter on the brain
Till we longed to take him out and shove him down the drain.

Who was it that always brushed his hair and washed his neck?
That must have been our Walter.
Who was it who never used to swear but said, "Oh, heck"?
That must have been our Walter.
Who was it who never had committed any sin,
Who always picked the litter up and put it in the bin,
And thought it was the doctor who came round and brought the twins?
That must have been our Walter.

Who was it who said he'd like to sail the briny foam,
But going to the Isle of Man said, "Captain, take me home"?
Who joined the Empire Party* then went to the Hippodrome?
That must have been our Walter.


[* I figure this must refer to the United Empire Party, founded by Lords Beaverbrook and Rothermere in 1930, not to be confused with the British Empire Party, a fascist organization founded in the 1950s.]

Subject: Lyr Add: THE LOVELY ASPIDISTRA IN THE OLD ART POT
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 03 Apr 11 - 11:19 AM

Found at Bill Hanks' web site - Click to play an mp3 file. Here's my transcription:


THE LOVELY ASPIDISTRA IN THE OLD ART POT
Words and music by Harris Weston, ©1930.
As sung by Gracie Fields

When Ma was newly wed, a gypsy came round to the door
With a little aspidistra in a pot.
Said 'e, "Give me a pair o' trousers, missus, and it's yours."
So Ma gave 'im Father's trousers on the spot.
It's years ago since Mother gave away Pa's only pair,
An' Pa's never worked since, but dear Mother doesn't care.

CHORUS: We've a lovely aspidistra in the old art pot,
Old art pot, old art pot.
It's better than any garden that the swells have got,
The lovely aspidistra in the old art pot.

When Pa heard that Ma had swapped 'is trousers,
'E shouted, "They're the only pair I've got!
How the deuce can I go out?
Do you think I'd walk about
In your lovely aspidistra or your old art pot?"

Ma worships that old aspidistra mornin', noon an' night.
She'll wash each little leaf so tenderly.
She'll water it an' say, "Now, Aspy dear, are you all right?"
An' take it up each mornin' a cup o' tea.
An' when she's feelin' bilious, she'll say, "When I'm put to rest,
Don't buy a monument for me. All I want on me chest

CHORUS: "Is a lovely aspidistra...."

They do say Adam used to wear a fig leaf,
But Mother says she's certain 'e did not.
She declares it's 'er belief
Adam used to wear a leaf
From the lovely aspidistra in the old art pot.

SPOKEN: You know I can't see anything in these aspidistras. I think they're plain things. Now, me gran'm'er always 'ad an aspidistra, but she used to stuff 'em up with some fancy paper flowers, an' then when she went out, she used to stick the flowers in 'er bonnet. Always looked nice.

At times when it's lookin' sad an' peevish,
Ma waters it with whiskey, just a tot.
When the worms come up to sing,
Mother lassos 'em with string
From the lovely aspidistra in the old art pot.

Subject: Lyr Add: THERE'S MILLIONS AND MILLIONS OF WOMEN
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 03 Apr 11 - 12:25 PM

Found at Bill Hanks' web site - Click to play an mp3 file. Here's my transcription:


THERE'S MILLIONS AND MILLIONS OF WOMEN *
Words and music by (?)
As sung by Gracie Fields (date?)

I'm known in the district as Wallflower Jane,
Tuppence the colour and penny the flame(?) **
The man who I married was just a bit worn,
But he used to say, "Any port in a storm."
Yet there's millions and millions and millions of women,
So why pick on poor little me?
Though I didn't choose him,
I couldn't refuse him.
I tried ...(?) but I cannot lose him.
In bed when he's snoring,
He's like a man roaring.
I murmur in my misery:
"There's millions and millions and millions of women,
So why pick on poor little me?"

There's millions and millions and millions of women,
So why pick on poor little me?
At first he glad-eyed me,
Then lingered beside me,
So I closed me eyes and said, "Let heaven guide me."
He told me some lies,
Then I opened my eyes,
And I found my bags gone so I ...(?)
There's millions and millions and millions of women,
So why should it always be me?

SPOKEN: Now you know I am grumbling.

One night at a dance I was left for a while
Just like poor Bonaparte in his exile.
A fellow with feet like canoes took me arm.
I said, "I have never done you any harm!
There's millions and millions and millions of women,
So why pick on poor little me?"
In my dress newfangled
His foot got entangled.
He dragged me about till I felt nearly strangled.
Me bunions he jumped on,
And dumped on and thumped on,
Till I cried in my misery:
"There's millions and millions and millions of women,
So why pick on poor little me?"

There's millions and millions and millions of women,
So why pick on poor little me?
He wasn't a shirker,
Called me his mazurka.
When he stroked my hand, I said, "You're a fast worker!"
He's just like a mummy,
All earnest and gummy,
Yet full of ambition is he.
Oh dear! There's millions and millions and millions of women,
So why pick on poor little me?


[* Title as given at Bill Hanks' web site, but I can't find a song with this title on any catalog or discography.

[** I'm not sure of the words and I have no idea of the meaning. It sounds like she's quoting a proverb, but I can't find any proverb similar to this.]

Subject: Lyr Add: THE WICKEDNESS OF MEN (from Gracie Fields
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 03 Apr 11 - 01:03 PM

Found at Bill Hanks' web site - Click to play an mp3 file. Here's my transcription:


THE WICKEDNESS OF MEN
Words and music by W. E. Haines & J. Harper.
As sung by Gracie Fields, 1949.

I hate to cast aspersions at the strong and silent sex,
But it's really time they got a blooming chopper on their necks.
They way they mess us girls around it really is a shame.
They always do the dirty, and we always get the blame.
He was tall and he was handsome and he let me call him Ben.
Oh, the artfulness, the sinfulness, the wickedness of men!
I hate to have to mention it, but here I go again:
Oh, the artfulness, the sinfulness, the wickedness of men!
I looked right in his fluffy eyes;, there I met me fate.
I felt just like a fish who'd had a nibble at the bait,
And then he turned his back on me and said, "I'm going straight."
Oh, the artfulness, the sinfulness, the wickedness of men!

I knew a chap called Rudolph, and he, he was a proper toff,
But, ooh, the artfulness, the sinfulness, the wickedness of men!
I used to rub his chest then, because he had a nasty cough,
But, ooh, the artfulness, the sinfulness, the wickedness of men!
He took me out to dinner and he doped me, gin and lime.
He tried his best to worst me, but I spoiled his base design,
And now to get revenge, he sends me dirty valentines.
Ooh, the artfulness, the sinfulness, the wickedness of men!

So get to know your onions, girls, and mind your p's and q's.
There's so much that an honest working girl has got to lose.
Instead of saying no at first, say yes and then refuse.
Oh, the artfulness, the sinfulness, the wickedness of men!

Subject: Lyr Add: UNLUCKY NUMBER THIRTEEN (Gracie Fields)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 03 Apr 11 - 01:49 PM

Found at Bill Hanks' web site - Click to play an mp3 file. Here's my transcription:


UNLUCKY NUMBER THIRTEEN
Words and music by Harris Weston, ©1929.
As sung by Gracie Fields

When the stork brought our Priscilla, and our family increased
To the unlucky number thirteen,
We required a larger villa, but the one that Papa leased
Had the unlucky number thirteen.
Said Ma as we moved in it, "We shall now have rotten luck."
Then for a start our grand piano tumbled off the truck.

Our house is number thirteen,
Unlucky number thirteen.
Unlucky tenants, we haven't a cent.
Unlucky landlord, he can't get his rent.
Unlucky Ma caught her unlucky thumb
In the unlucky wringing machine,
And our father was unlucky when he thought he'd out(?) to gain
Oh, the unlucky number thirteen.

Pa had nightmare once, poor fella. Now the hairs upon his back
Are the unlucky number thirteen,
For the gas leaked in the cellar and Pa found it with a match,
Then bang went our number thirteen.
The house went up to heaven and we shouted, "Hip hooray!"
But it came down number thirteen in a new street far away.

Our house is number thirteen,
Unlucky number thirteen.
Unlucky tenants, we haven't a cent.
Unlucky landlord, he can't get his rent.
Poor old uncle Josh, who's to leave us his squash(?)
Caught the measles, and old Doctor Green
Says he isn't going to die, because the number of his spots
Is the unlucky number thirteen.

Our house is number thirteen,
Unlucky number thirteen.
Unlucky tenants, we haven't a cent.
Unlucky landlord, he can't get his rent.
Our lucky hen hatched out unlucky eggs
After sitting for weeks she had been,
And the rooster bit her head off 'cause she'd hatched out thirteen ducks.
Oh, the unlucky number thirteen!

Subject: Lyr Add: WHAT ARCHIBALD SAYS, GOES (Gracie Fields)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 03 Apr 11 - 04:44 PM

Found at Bill Hanks' web site - Click to play an mp3 file. Here's my transcription:


WHAT ARCHIBALD SAYS, GOES *
Words and music by H. Castling, ©1930.
As sung by Gracie Fields, 1930.

"I don't understand some boys." said Susie, growing wild.
"They seem to think they know it all and treat me like a child.
For instance, Archibald.
Well, you know Archibald.
When nights are damp and chilly, it sleets and hails and snows,
If he says, 'Ain't it close tonight?' what Archibald says, goes.
If passing through the country, he sees a flock of crows,
When he tells me they're nightingales, what Archibald says, goes.
I know he's all wrong, but I leave well alone.
I don't contradict him, no, just sit back and moan.
When dining off a chicken, he sees the parson's nose,
If he says it's its other end, what Archibald says, goes.

"Were I ever to point out his errors," Susie said,
"Why he'd be seeking for divorce before we'd time to wed,
And so I let things go,
'Cause that means peace, you know.
That old clock of his mother's, six hours slow it shows,
So when he said it's three hours fast, what Archibald says, goes.
When I show him my photo, he swore 'twas Auntie Flo's.
I knew that it was me, but still, what Archibald says, goes.
I know he's all wrong, but I leave well alone.
I don't contradict him, no, just sit back and moan.
When I show him a posy, a tulip or a rose,
And he says it's a hollyhock, what Archibald says, goes."

The cat they've got's a she-cat, a she-cat to its toes.
I call it Jane. He calls it Jim. What Archibald says, goes.


[* Gracie apparently changed the genders of this song when she sang it. The original title of the sheet music was WHAT ANGELINE SAYS GOES.]

Subject: Lyr Add: WHEN WE ALL WENT TO THE ZOO (G Fields)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 03 Apr 11 - 05:39 PM

Found at Bill Hanks' web site - Click to play an mp3 file. Here's my transcription:


WHEN WE ALL WENT TO THE ZOO
Words and music by Kester & Stanley
As sung by Gracie Fields, 1932.

Come on, Mother. Get yer 'at. We're all off for the day
To a place not far away
Where we'll be bright an' gay.
Now then, Father, lace yer boots. 'Ere, let me tie yer tie.
Now Georgie, love, don't cry.
We'll get there by an' by.
I'll tell you now just what we're goin' to do.
We're off to see the monkeys at the zoo.

When we all went to the zoo,
We'd a right-down slap of do.
Poor old Father stuck in t' turnstile so we couldn't get 'im through.
Ma insisted on a ride
On the elephant so wide,
An' the folks all roared with laughter when she tried to ride astride.
We clambered up the monkey hill an' took a look at t' llamas,
Their scrawny necks an' skinny legs like Gran'pa in pyjamas.
Oh, we 'eard the cockatoo,
An' we smelt the kangaroo.
We'd a right-down slap of do
When we all went to the zoo.

We'd a right-down slap of do
When we all went to the zoo.
Little Georgie hid in Father's coat an' we only paid for two,
But the hippopotamus
It didn't like the look of us,
So we pushed a keeper in 'is cage an', by gum, there was a fuss!
The monkey pinched our bottle o' stout. Pa got in such a rage!
The people thought the chimpanzee 'ad got out of its cage.
Oh, we saw them feedin' stew
To an old thing called a gnu.
We'd a right-down slap of do
When we all went to the zoo.

We'd a right-down slap of do
When we all went to the zoo.
Father took one look at t' snake 'ouse an' 'e thought 'e'd 'ad a few.
At the sea-lion's pond we found
Such a crowd 'ad gathered round.
They were throwin' fish at father 'oo was swimmin' round an' round.
We had a little argument when gettin' on the bus.
The driver shouted, "Pull inside!" an' we all thought 'e meant us.
And we found when we came to,
We were standin' in t' wrong queue.
We'd a right-down slap of do
When we all went to the zoo.

Subject: Lyr Add: WHISKERS AN' ALL (from Gracie Fields)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 03 Apr 11 - 06:30 PM

Found at Bill Hanks' web site - Click to play an mp3 file. Here's my transcription:


WHISKERS AN' ALL
Words and music by Bob Weston, Bert Lee & Harris Weston.
As sung by Gracie Fields, 1933

Uncle Ebenezer's whiskers were a wild an' woolly mass,
But those whiskers were the pride of Auntie Lou.
When 'e courted 'er an' whispered, "Do you love me, little lass?"
She would stroke them an' caress them an' say, "I do! I do,
Whiskers an' all, aye, whiskers an' all."
An' when they knelt in church and our old parson with a drawl
Said, "Now, will you take Ebenezer,
Love an' cherish him, Louisa?"
Auntie said, "Not 'alf! Yes, please, sir,
Whiskers an' all!"

But our Uncle Ebenezer used to gamble drink an' swear,
An' 'is raspberry nose was just as red as paint.
Then 'e went an' got converted and out in the open air
He would preach to all the people an' look just like a saint,
Whiskers an' all, aye, whiskers an' all.
"Dear friends, I used to be a wicked sinner," 'e would bawl.
"In beer an' rum I used to wallow,
Dirty shirt an' dirty collar.
Now I'm clean," an' they'd all 'oller,
"Whiskers an' all!"

But our Uncle Ebenezer died. One night 'e drew a breath
An' 'e swallowed all 'is whiskers in 'is sleep,
An' the doctor said they'd accidentally tickled 'im to death,
But the undertaker buried dear Uncle very cheap,
Whiskers an' all, aye, whiskers an' all,
An' still they grew an' grew right through the earth. It may sound tall,
But in Australia, playin' cricket,
Rathlin(?) shouted, "I can't stick it!
Look what's growin' round the wicket!
Whiskers an' all!"

Poor old Auntie sat one night upon 'is gravestone cold an' damp,
Saying, "Ebenezer, though we used to fight,
An' the neighbours still declare you were a good-for-nothin' scamp,
Oh, I miss you. Yes, I'll miss you upon a winter's night,
Whiskers an' all, aye, whiskers an' all."
Then Riley's goat came up an' poked 'is 'ead beneath 'er shawl.
She felt the beard upon 'is chin,
An' said, "It's not's ghost! It's 'im!
An' up to 'is old games again,
Whiskers an' all!"

Subject: Lyr Add: WHY DOES THE HYENA LAUGH? (Gracie Fields)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 03 Apr 11 - 06:50 PM

Found at Bill Hanks' web site - Click to play an mp3 file. Here's my transcription:


WHY DOES THE HYENA LAUGH?
Words and music by Frank Wood and John P. Long, ©1929.
As sung by Gracie Fields, 1928.

A day or two ago, I visited a zoo
And strolled into the monkey house. There's bravery for you!
And there I met an animal who laughed the whole day long,
Which brings me to the reason of the chorus of this song:

CHORUS: Why does the hyena la-a-a-a-augh?
Caged up there,
It goes nowhere.
It can't have a night in Leicester Square.
Can't eat tripe,
Smoke a pipe,
A face like a lump of dough,
So what has he got to laugh at? That's what I want to know.

He looks so very sad, one wants to sympathize,
And yet he keeps on laughing, and he'll laugh until he dies.
He lives alone and hasn't got a wife or ma-in-law.
Perhaps that's what the artful little devil's laughing for! CHORUS

I wish that he could talk, and so does he, you bet.
Then maybe he would tell the joke that keeps him laughing yet.
It's ten to one, if he could speak, his first remark would be:
"I'm laughing at the silly fools who come to laugh at me!" CHORUS TWICE

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Songs sung by Gracie Fields
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 08 Apr 11 - 06:01 PM

Here's a list of all the songs I've been able to identify that Gracie Fields ever recorded, whether funny or not, although I've tried to find and transcribe only the funny ones. If the lyrics are posted at Mudcat, I have converted the titles to links. Where it was convenient to do so, I have included songwriters' names and dates, but this data is certainly not complete. For example, one of my main sources, the British Library Sound Archive usually identifies only one songwriter per song although there may have been several co-writers. My other main source was WorldCat.org.

If you want to listen to any of these songs, try YouTube, The Internet Archive, or Bill Hanks' website.

Adeste Fideles – Wade – 1939
After Tonight We Say Goodbye – Leon – 1935
Ah! Sweet Mystery of Life – Herbert – 1937
Alexander's Ragtime Band – Berlin – 1938
All at Once You Love Him
All for One and One for All – Haines – 1942
All Good Pals Together
All My Life – Czibulka/Carr/Connor
All the Things You Are
Alone – Brown – 1936
Always You
And You Were There
Angels Guard Thee – Capoul/Reilly
Anna from Annacapresi
Annie Laurie
Antonio
Any Broken Hearts to Mend? – – 1938
'Appy 'Ampstead – Haines – 1932
April Love
Around the Corner – Kassell – 1930
Around the World – – 1956
Arrivaderci
As Long as He Loves Me
As Time Goes By
At the Court of Old King Cole – Boyle/Da Costa
At the End of the Day – O'Keefe – 1951
A-Tisket A-Tasket – – 1938
Au Revoir – Alstone/Drake/Shirl – 1947
Auld Lang Syne – Burns/Traditional
Autumn Leaves – Kosma – 1965
Ave Maria – Bach-Gounod – 1934
Balloons – Magine – 1933
Bargain Hunter, The – Hyde/Aza – 1931
Barmaid's Song, The
Because I Love You – Berlin – 1928
Begin the Beguine
Bella, Bella Marie – Winkler/Pelosi/Towers
Bells of St. Mary's, The – Adams – 1939
Belonging to Someone
Best Things in Life Are Free, The
Beware of April Rain
Biggest Aspidistra in the World, The – Harper/Haines/Connor – 1938
Bill
Bleeding Heart, The – Haines/Long – 1942
Bless 'Em All – – 1942
Bless This House – Brahe/Taylor – 1947
Blow the Wind Southerly – Trad/Ainsworth – 1965
Bluebird of Happiness – Heyman/Parr-Davies/Harmati – 1948
Body and Soul – Green – 1930
Bon Voyage
Born to Be a Clown
Buttons and Bows
Cabin in the Pines, A
Can't Help Lovin' Dat Man
Can't We Talk It Over?
Carefree Heart, The – Wright – 1959
Certain Smile, A
Chapel in the Moonlight, The – Hill – 1937
Charmaine – Pollack – 1932
Cherie – Haines – 1934
Christmas Bells at Eventide – Pola/Steininger – 1933
Christmas Greeting
Christmas Island – Moraine
Christmas Love
Christmas Song – Torme/Wells
Christopher Robin Is Saying His Prayers – Simson – 1938
Church Bells on Sunday Morning
Ciao, Ciao Bambino – Modugno – 1965
Clatter of the Clogs, The – Flynn – 1930
Clockmaker, The
Clockwork Courtship, The
Clogs and Shawls – Zimbler – 1935
Come Back To Sorrento [Torna a Surriento] – De Curtis/Aveling – 1947
Coople o' Dooks – Weston – 1930
Core 'Ngrato
Cottage for Sale, A – Conley-Robison – 1930
Count Your Blessings – Morgan – 1948
Crash, Bang! I Want To Go Home – Butler/Parr-Davies – 1939
Cryin' for the Carolines – Warren – 1930
Cute Little Flat
Daisy, Daisy
Dancing Sweetheart
Dancing with Tears in My Eyes – Burke – 1930
Dancing with the Devil
Danny Boy [Londonderry Air] – Trad-Weatherly-Samuel – 1939
Deedle-Deedle-Dum
Desert Song, The – Romberg/Hammerstein – 1937
Dicky Bird Hop, The – Gourley – 1938
Did I Remember – Donaldson – 1936
Did Your Mother Come from Ireland?
Do You Remember My First Love Song?
Doin' What Comes Natur'lly
Donkey Serenade, The – Friml – 1938
Don't Let the Stars Get in Your Eyes
Do-Re-Mi
Down at Our Charity Bazaar – – 1931
Dream Lover – Schertzinger – 1930
Ee, by Gum! – Butler/Flynn – 1928
'Erbert 'Enry 'Epplethwaite –
Everlasting
F.D.R. Jones – Rome – 1939
Fairy on the Christmas Tree – Hunter/Parr-Davies – 1939
Fall In and Follow Me – Scott – 1935
Fall In and Follow the Band – Haines – 1931
Falling in Love Again
Feather in Her Tyrolean Hat, A
Fiddler Joe
First Noel – Traditional
First Time I Saw You, The – Shilkret – 1937
Fly's Day Out – Kennedy – 1932
Foggy Day in London Town, A
'Fonso (My Hot Spanish Knight) – Haines/Towers/Beresford – 1930
For Ever and Ever [Fliege Mit Mir in Die Heimat]
For Me for You
Forever and Ever – Winkler – 1948
Forgive Me Lord
Fred Fannakapan – Low/Haines – 1930
Free
Getting to Know You
Giannina Mia – Friml – 1937
Giddy Up
Gipsy Lullaby
Girl That I Marry, The – Berlin
Give Me a Girl in My Arms
Glory of Love – Hill – 1936
Glory of Love, The
Go Home and Tell Your Mother
Go 'Way from My Window
God Rest Ye Merry Gentleman – Traditional
Golden Years, The
Goodnight Angel
Goodnight, Children, Everywhere
Goodnight, My Love – Tobias-Revel – 1937
Goody Goody
Grandest Song of All – Godfrey – 1940
Grandfather's Bagpipes – Haines/Harper – 1935
Grannie's Little Old Skin Rug – Gifford/Cliffe – 1931
Greatest Mistake of My Life, The – Netson – 1937
Green-Up Time – Lerner/Weill
Gypsy Lullaby
Happy Ending – Parr – 1933
Happy Talk – Rodgers – 1965
Happy Valley
Have You Forgotten So Soon? – Nicholls – 1937
Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas – Blane/Martin
He Forgot To Come Back – Haines/Harper/Beresford – 1932
He Wooed Her, and Wooed Her, and Wooed Her – Harrington/Lupus – 1943
Heaven Will Protect an Honest Girl – Lee – 1933
Heigh Ho
Hello! Hello! Who's Your Lady Friend?
Here I'll Stay
He's Dead, but He Won't Lie Down – Beresford/Haines/Harper – 1941
Hey There
Holy City, The – Adams – 1938
Home – Clarkson – 1932
Home Sweet Home – Bishop – 1932
Honey Child – Cochran – 1948
Hot Pot – Shuff – 1928
House Is Haunted, The – Adlam – 1934
How About Me? – Flynn – 1928
How Are Things in Glocca Morra? – Harburg/Lane – 1947
How Changed Is the Old Place Now
How Deep Is the Ocean? – Berlin – 1932
H'ya Duchess
I Always Wanted to Call You My Sweetheart
I Can't Give You Anything But Love
I Can't Remember – Berlin – 1933
I Can't Say No – Hammerstein/Rodgers
I Give My Heart
I Got a "Code" in My "Doze" – Hall – 1929
I Got the Sun in the Morning
I Had to Go and Find another Job – Burley/Scott – 1934
I Hate You
I Haven't Been the Same Girl Since – – 1935
I Just Can't Figure It Out at All – Wakefield – 1930
I Kiss Your Hand, Madame
I Lift Up My Finger and Say "Tweet Tweet" – Sarony – 1929
I Love the Moon – Rubens – 1939
I Love to Whistle – McHugh – 1938
I Never Cried So Much in All My Life – Castling/Haines/Harper – 1937
I Promise You – Faye – 1939
I Shall Be Good Because of You
I Taught Her to Play (Br-Oop Br-Oop) – Le Clerq – 1934
I Think of What You Used to Think of Me – Lyman – 1928
I Took My Harp to a Party – Carter/Gay – 1933
Ich Schenk' Mein Herz – Millocker – 1935
If All the World Were Mine
If I Can Help Somebody – Androzzo – 1948
If I Didn't Miss You
If I Had a Talking Picture of You – Henderson – 1929
If I Knew You Were Comin' I'd've Baked a Cake – Hoffman/Merrill/Watts – 1950
If I Should Fall In Love Again – Popplewell – 1940
If This Isn't Love – Lane – 1947
If You Were the Only Girl in the World – Grey – 1939
I'll Always Be True – Benatzky – 1931
I'll Be Good Because Of You – Noble – 1930
I'll Be Home for Christmas – Gannon/Kent/Ram
I'll Get By (as Long as I Have You)
I'll Never Say "Never Again" Again
I'll See You Again
I'll Walk Alone – Cahn/Styne
I'm A Dreamer, Aren't We All? – Henderson – 1929
I'm a Failure
I'm a Little on the Lonely Side
I'm in the Market for You
I'm Just a Dancing Sweetheart
I'm Ninety-Nine Today – Harper – 1935
I'm One of God's Children
I'm Only Her Mother
I'm Playing with Fire – Berlin – 1933
I'm Sending a Letter to Santa Claus – Williams – 1939
I'm Shy, Mary Ellen, I'm Shy – Ridgewell – 1933
I'm Wishing
In a Little Lancashire Town – Haines-Harper-Popple – 1936
In a Little Second-Hand Store
In Jerusalem
In Me 'Oroscope – Haines/Harper
In My Little Bottom Drawer – Beresford/Haines/Harper – 1934
In Old Siberia – Harper – 1933
In the Chapel in the Moonlight
In the Woodshed She Said She Would – Seigel – 1928
Indian Love Call [When I'm Calling You] – Friml/Hammerstein/H – 1936
Indian Summer – Herbert – 1940
Isle of Capri – Grosz/Kennedy – 1934
It Began with a Tango – – 1947
It Isn't Fair – Himber – 1933
It Looks Like Rain in Cherry Blossom Lane – Burke – 1937
It's a Long Way to Tipperary – Williams – 1935
It's a Sin to Tell a Lie
It's Nothing to Do with You – Klein – 1930
It's So Nice to Have a Man around the House
I've Always Wanted to Call You My Sweetheart
I've Got a Feeling I'm Falling
I've Got a Man
I've Got No Strings – Harline – 1940
I've Grown Accustomed to His Face – Lerner
Jealousy – Gade – 1965
Jeepers Creepers – Warren – 1939
Jingle Bells – Pierpont
John Willy's Farm – Hargreaves/Damerell/Tilsley – 1932
Joy to the World – Mason/Traditional/W
Just a Catchy Little Tune – Parr – 1934
Just a Dancing Sweetheart – De Rose – 1931
Just a Little Love a Little Kiss
Just One More Chance – Johnstone – 1931
Just You – Just Me
Keep It in the Family Circle – Damerell/Hargreaves/Evans/Tilsley – 1938
Keeping Up with the Joneses
Kerry Dance, The – Molloy – 1959
King's Horses (And the King's Men), The
Kiss Waltz, The – Burke – 1931
Lambeth Walk, The – Furber/Rose/Gay – 1937
Lancashire Blues – Fields – 1930
Land of Hope and Glory
Last Mile Home, The
Last Rose of Summer, The
Laugh at Life – Imrie – 1933
Laugh, Clown, Laugh – Fiorito – 1928
Laughing Irish Eyes – Stept – 1936
Let the Great Big World Keep Turning
Let Us Be Sweethearts Over Again
Let's All Go Posh – Evans/Tilsley/Damerell/Hargreaves – 1932
Letter to a Soldier, A – Langdon – 1956
Life Is a Song – Ahlert – 1935
Life's Desire – Hargreaves – 1931
Light in the Window, A
Like the Big Pots Do – Long – 1928
Lili Marlene
Little Bit of Chinese Music, A
Little Clockmaker, A
Little Curly Hair in a High Chair – Simon/Tobias – 1940
Little Donkey – Boswell – 1959
Little Drummer Boy – Noel/Pelosi – 1938
Little Lady Make Believe
Little Love, a Little Kiss, A – Silesu – 1930
Little Man You've Had a Busy Day
Little Old Lady – Adams/Carmichael – 1937
Little Pal – Jolson – 1929
Little Pudden Basin (That Belonged to Auntie Flo), The – Low – 1930
Little Swiss Whistling Song
Lock Stock and Barrel
London Is Saying Goodnight
London Pride
Look to the Left and Look to the Right – Castling – 1935
Look Up and Laugh – Davies – 1935
Looking on the Bright Side of Life – Flynn – 1932
Lord's Prayer, The – Malotte – 1959
Love – Towers – 1934
Love in Bloom – Rainger – 1934
Love Is a Many-Splendoured Thing – Fain
Love Is Everywhere – Parr-Davies – 1935
Love Me Forever – Schertzinger – 1935
Love Walked In – Gershwin/Gershwin – 1938
Love Wonderful Love
Love, Life and Laughter – Ford – 1934
Loveliest Night of the Year, The – Traditional
Lovely Aspidistra in the Old Art Pot, The – Weston – 1930
Love's Last Word Is Spoken
Lullaby of Broadway – Warren – 1935
Macnamara's Band – Stamford/Traditiona
Mademoiselle from Armentieres
Make Believe
Marie
Mary Ellen's Hot Pot Party – Tilsley/Damerell/Hargreaves – 1932
Mary Rose – Parr – 1933
Mary's Boy Child
May Morning – Weatherley – 1933
McNamara's Band – O'Connor – 1947
Melody at Dawn – Parr – 1933
Mistakes – Lynton
Mocking Bird Hill
Mocking Bird Went Cuckoo, The – Malvern – 1931
Moon River – Mancini – 1965
Moscow – Evans – 1929
Mrs. Binns's Twins – Long/Haines/Harper – 1938
Music, Maestro, Please. – Wrubel – 1938
Musical Menu Lancashire Lunch, A
My Blue Heaven – Donaldson – 1928
My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean
My Darling My Darling
My Favourite Things – Rodgers – 1961
My First Love Song
My Heaven in the Pines
My Life's Desire
My Little Bottom Drawer
My Love for You
My Lucky Day – Parr-Davies – 1933
My Ohio Home – Donaldson – 1928
My Only Romance
Nagasaki – Warren/Dixon – 1929
Nature Boy – Ahbez – 1959
Never, Never, Never
Nice Cup of Tea, A – Sullivan – 1937
Nighty-Night Little Sailor Boy – Livingston/Hoffman/Curtis/Fields
Now Is the Hour [Maori Farewell Song], – Scott/Kaihau – 1946
Now It Can Be Told – Berlin – 1938
Now That You're Gone – Fiorito – 1932
Nowt about Owt – Melvin – 1929
Nuns' Chorus, The – Schanzer/Welisch – 1949
O Come, All Ye Faithful
O Little Town of Bethlehem – Brooks/Redner
O My Beloved Father [O Mio Babbino Caro] – Forzano
O Star of My Heaven
Obadiah's Mother – Kennedy – 1931
O'Brien Has Gone Hawaiian
Oh Come All Ye Faithful
Oh Glory
Oh Maggie, What Have You Been Up To? – Elton – 1929
Oh What a Beautiful Morning
Oh! Ma-Ma [The Butcher Boy] – Citorello – 1938
Oh! Sailor, Behave! – Street – 1931
Oh! You Have No Idea – Daugherty/Ponce/Haring – 1928
Oh, Johnny
Oh, What a Beautiful Mornin'! – Hammerstein/Rodgers
Oklahoma! – Hammerstein/Rodgers
Ol' Man River
Old Father Thames
Old Lady from Armentieres – Arden – 1939
Old Violin, An – Fisher/Taylor – 1938
On a Clear Day
On a Little Dream Ranch – – 1937
One Day When We Were Young
One Little Hair on His Head, The – John/Castling – 1932
One Night of Love – Schertzinger – 1935
One of the Little Orphans of the Storm – Haines/Harper – 1935
Only a Dancing Sweetheart
Only a Glass of Champagne – Wimperis/Gay – 1949
Organ, the Monkey and Me, The – Clarkson/Lesoire
Our Avenue – Weston/Lee – 1925
Out in the Cold, Cold Snow – Haines/Harper – 1934
Out of My Dreams – Hammerstein/Rodgers
Outside an Old Stage Door
Over the Garden Wall – Sarony/Harrington – 1930
Over the Rainbow – Arlen – 1940
Painting the Clouds with Sunshine – Burke – 1930
Papa, Won't You Dance With Me? – Styne – 1948
Party's Getting Rough, The – Aza – 1931
Pass, Shoot, Goal – Hargreaves/Damerell/Tilsley – 1931
Peace of Mind
Pedro the Fisherman – Purcell/Parr-Davies – 1943
People (Who Need People) – Styne – 1965
People Will Say We're in Love
Perfect Day, A
Pernambuco
Photograph of Mother's Wedding Group, The – Evans/Tilsley/Hargreaves/Damerell – 1933
Pity the Poor Goldfish
Play Fiddle Play – Altman – 1933
Play to Me Gipsy – Kennedy – 1934
Please Be Kind I Won't Tell a Soul I Love You
Please Don't Talk about Me When I'm Gone
Please Leave My Butter Alone – Nicholls – 1939
Please Mr Hemingway
Poor Little Angeline – Grosz/Kennedy – 1936
Poor Little Willie – Savage – 1933
Poor Me Poor You
Punch and Judy Show, The – Black – 1930
Put Your Shoes On, Lucy – Fort
Que Sera
Queen of Hearts
Ramona – Wayne – 1928
Red Sails In the Sunset – Kennedy/Williams – 1935
Remember Me? – Warren – 1938
Reviens – Christine – 1929
Riding on the Clouds
Ring Down the Curtain – Ilda/Kester/Miller – 1936
River, Stay 'Way from My Door – Woods – 1931
Rochdale Hounds, The – Cliffe/Gifford – 1932
Roll Along, Prairie Moon – Fiorito – 1935
Romany – Bixio-Hunter – 1939
Rose Marie – Friml – 1936
Rose O'Day – Lewis – 1942
Roses of Picardy
Round the Bend of the Road – Klenner – 1932
Round the Marble Arch
Run, Rabbit Run – Butler – 1939
Sailing Home
Sally – Haines/Leon/Towers – 1931
Say It Isn't So – Berlin – 1932
Scarlet Ribbons (For Her Hair)
Scented Soap – Weston – 1929
Sentimental Fool
September Song – Weill – 1959
Serenade in the Night – Bixio – 1936
Serenade No. 1. Op. 6 – Toselli – 1928
Serenade of the Bells – Urbano/Twomey – 1947
Shall I Be an Old Man's Darling? – Haines/Harper – 1935
She Came from Alsace-Lorraine
She Fought Like a Tiger for 'Er 'Onour – Haines/Harper – 1935
She's Funny That Way – Whiting – 1929
She's One of Those Old Fashioned Ladies – Elliott/Rutherford – 1938
Silent Night – Gruber/Mohr
Sing as We Go – Parr-Davies – 1934
Singin' in the Bathtub – Magidson/Cleary – 1930
Sitting on a Five Barred Gate – Damerell/Hargreaves – 1930
Small World
Smile When You Say Goodbye – Parr-Daview – 1937
Smilin' Through – Penn – 1935
Smoke Gets in Your Eyes – Kern – 1965
So in Love
So In Love Am I
So Long Lads We're Off – – 1933
So Tired – Sizemore – 1928
Somebody's Thinking of You Tonight
Someday My Prince Will Come – Churchill – 1938
Sometimes
Somewhere, My Love
Somewhere, Somehow, Someday – Krantz/Rosenberg – 1951
Song in Your Heart, A
Song Is Ended, The – Irving Berlin
Song of the Bells
Song of the Highway – May – 1931
Song of the Mountains
Sonny Boy
South American Joe – Friend – 1935
Speak Softly Love
Stop and Shop at the Co-Op Shop – Lee/Weston – 1930
Stormy Weather – Arlen – 1933
Story of the Sparrows, The
Strangers in the Night
Summertime in Venice
Surrey with the Fringe on Top, The – Hammerstein/Rodgers
Susy
Swanee
Sweetest Prayer in All the World, The
Sweetest Song in the World, The – Davies – 1938
Sweetheart Let's Grow Old to – Edwards – 1936
Swing Your Way to Happiness – Parr – 1938
Swinging on a Star
Sympathy
Take a Good Look at Mine – Dougherty – 1929
Take a Look at Mine
Take Me Back To Dear Old Blighty – Godfrey – 1935
Take Me to Your Heart Again [La Vie En Rose] – Louiguy/Piaf – 1959
Tea for Two
Thank You My Dear – – 1953
That Lovely Week-End – Moira/Heath
That Must Have Been Our Walter – Squiers/Barston – 1931
That Old Feeling – Brown/Fain
That's How I Feel about You, Sweetheart
That's What Puts the "Sweet" in "Home Sweet Home" – Newman – 1929
The Words Are In My Heart – – 1935
There Is a Tavern in the Town
There'll Always Be an England – Parker – 1939
There's a Cabin in the Pines
There's a Long, Long Trail – Elliott – 1935
There's a Lovely Lake in London – Evans – 1935
There's a Small Hotel
There's a Song in the Air
There's Millions and Millions of Women
There's No Business Like Show Business – Berlin
They All Make Love but Me – Hargreaves/Damerell – 1931
They Can't Ration Love – ? – 1940
They Say It's Wonderful
Things Might Have Been So Different
Thing-Ummy-Bob (That's Going to Win the War), The – Heneker/Thompson – 1942
This Is Heaven – Akst – 1929
This Year's Kisses – Berlin
Thoughts of You – Novello – 1929
Three Coins in the Fountain
Three Green Bonnets – D'Hardelot – 1930
Till They've All Gone Home
Tisket, a Tasket, A
Tonight I Mustn't Think of Him
Toyland – Herbert/Traditional
Trees – Rasbach – 1935
Trek Song, The – Davies – 1938
Turn 'Erbert's Face to the Wall, Mother – Ellis/Hill/Kester – 1935
Turn on the Old Music Box – Harline – 1940
Twelfth of Never, The
Twenty
Two Little Blue Eyes
Two Sleepy People
Ugly Duckling, The – Loesser – 1959
Umbrella Man, The
Under the Moon – Snyder – 1928
Underneath the Arches – Flanagan – 1932
Underneath the Linden Tree
Unlucky Number Thirteen – Weston – 1929
Volare
Waiata Poi
Wait for Me Mary
Walter Walter (Lead Me to the Altar) – Haines/Harper/Forrester – 1938
Waltzing Time in Old Vienna – Evans – 1933
Watching Over You
We're All Good Pals Together
We're Living at the Cloisters – Weston – 1928
We've Got To Keep Up with the Joneses – Rutherford/Elliott – 1935
What Archibald Says Goes – Castling – 1930
What Can You Give a Nudist on His Birthday? – Le Clerq – 1934
What Good Am I without You – Ager – 1930
What's the Good of a Birthday? [The Birthday Song] – Elliott – 1940
When Cupid Calls
When I Grow Too Old to Dream – Hammerstein/Romberg – 1935
When Mother Nature Sings Her Lullaby – – 1938
When My Dreamboat Comes Home
When Our Dreams Grow Old – Stellar – 1940
When Summer Is Gone – Wilhite – 1929
When the Circus Comes to Town
When the Fields Are White with Daisies I'll Return – Pratt – 1932
When the Organ Played "O Pro – Silver – 1938
When the Rest of the Crowd Goes Home – Burke – 1932
When the Robin Sings His Song Again
When We All Went to the Zoo – Kester/Stanley – 1932
When You Grow Up, Little Lady
When You Return
When You Wish upon a Star
When You're a Long, Long Way from Home
When You've Gone – Heymann – 1929
Where Are You? – McHugh – 1937
Whiskers and All – Weston/Lee/Weston – 1933
Whistle While You Work
White Christmas – Berlin
Why Can't You? – Jolson – 1929
Why Did I Have to Meet You? – Parr-Davies – 1935
Why Did She Fall for the Leader of the Band? – Kennedy – 1936
Why Do I Love You
Why Does the Hyena Laugh – Wood/Long – 1929
Why Waste Your Tears – Holstins – 1932
Wickedness of Men, The – Haines/Harper – 1949
Will You Love Me When I'm Mutton? – Weston/Lee/Weston – 1934
Will You Remember (Sweetheart)?
Will You Return?
Winter Draws On – Haines – 1935
Winter Wonderland – Bernard/Smith
Wish Me Luck (As You Wave Me Goodbye) – Park/Parr-Davies – 1939
Wish You Were Here
With a Smile and a Song – – 1938
Woman in Love, A
Wonderful, Wonderful Copenhagen
Won't You Play a Simple Melody?
Woodpecker Song, The – Adamson/Di Lazzaro
Words Are in My Heart, The – Dubin – 1935
Would a Manx Cat Wag Its Tail? – Haines – 1929
Would You? – Brown – 1936
Yanks Are Coming, The
You and the Night and the Music – Schwartz – 1935
You Are Love
You Belong to My Heart
You Can't Kill Flies by Scratching Them
You Didn't Want Me When You Had Me – Bennett – 1959
You Haven't Altered a Bit
Young at Heart – Richards – 1959
Your Dog's Come Home Again
Your Mother and Mine
You're Breaking My Heart
You're Driving Me Crazy – Donaldson – 1931
You're Here, You're There, You're Everywhere
You're More than All the World to Me – Haines – 1932
You're Too Dangerous Cherie
You've Got to Be Smart in the Army Nowadays – Elliott/Rutherford – 1938
You've Got to Smile When You Say Goodbye

Subject: Lyr Add: LOOKING ON THE BRIGHT SIDE (Howard Flynn)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 28 Nov 16 - 07:48 PM

LOOKING ON THE BRIGHT SIDE
Words and music by Howard Flynn, ©1932.
As recorded by Gracie Fields.

CHORUS: I'm looking on the bright side,
Though I'm walking in the shade,
Sticking out my chest,
Hoping for the best,
Looking on the bright side of life.

I'm waiting for the right tide,
And if luck comes to my aid,
Giving me a break,
I shall be awake,
Looking on the bright side of life.

Today I'm in the shadow; tomorrow maybe
The clouds will lift and let the sun shift over to me.

I'm looking on the bright side,
Though today's all care and strife.
I can wear a grin,
Sticking out my chin,
Looking on the bright side of life.

VERSE: Sometimes grey days make us weary,
And nothing seems worthwhile.
Though it's difficult, just keep cheery,
And say with a smile: CHORUS

Subject: Lyr Add: DON'T BE ANGRY WITH ME, SERGEANT
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 05 Dec 16 - 06:02 PM

DON'T BE ANGRY WITH ME, SERGEANT
As recorded by Gracie Fields on "Ultimate Collection"

Don't be angry with me, sergeant.
Don't say what you were going to say.
Don't be angry with me, sergeant.
Don't call me what you called me yesterday.
Don't say rude things about my parents.
Remember, they're the only ones I've known;
And someday, though you are a sergeant,
You might have some parents of your own.