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Lyr Add: A Nice Quiet Day (from Gus Elen)

Will Fly 04 Sep 08 - 06:34 AM
Jim Dixon 08 Mar 14 - 11:49 PM
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Subject: Lyr Add: A Nice Quiet Day
From: Will Fly
Date: 04 Sep 08 - 06:34 AM

Here are the lyrics for music hall singer Gus Elen's "A Nice Quiet Day".

A NICE QUIET DAY

I works just like a nigger and I isn't over-strong,
And I'm mostly on me trotters all the time.
So I'm glad when Easter Monday or a Whitsun comes along,
'Cause a day of perfect rest is really prime.
So I lately took it easy 'cause I had a day to spare,
With the wife and kiddies in their Sunday clothes.
'Twas a treat to make me mind up for a bit of country air,
And the pleasures of a quiet day's repose.

There was me and the missis and the 'arf a dozen kids,
Starting in the morning for the zoo.
'Twas a precious way, you know, but we made our minds to go,
And we took the lot to Epping Forest too.
To Highgate, Barnet, Hampstead, Peckham Rye,
At the Crystal Palace made a stay.
We got weary on our pins, and we lost the bloomin' twins,
But I'm glad we had a nice quiet day.

'Twas grand to see the London smoke from off the Monument,
When I dragged our pramberlutor to the top.
As soon as I got up there to the bottom I was sent,
'Cause the missis let the beefsteak pudd'n drop.
And when we reached the Serpentine the nipper tumbles in,
We held him up upside down a bit to drain.
And soon as we had scraped the mud from off his nose and chin,
Well, blimey, if he don't fall in again.

And there was me and the missis and the 'arf a dozen kids,
With nothing in the bottle but the bung.
But I gave the kids a treat when we come to Newgate Street,
'Cause I showed them where their uncle he was hung.
West Ham, Wanstead, Woolwich, Walthamstow,
We reached a spot they called St. Mary's Cray.
And then I says to Ma, "Now, you mustn't go too far,
'Cause I think we've had a nice quiet day."


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Subject: Lyr Add: A NICE QUIET DAY (Baynes/Bateman/Scott)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 08 Mar 14 - 11:49 PM

These are the complete lyrics from the sheet music at The Levy Collection:


A NICE QUIET DAY
Words by Eustace Baynes & Edgar Bateman; music by Maurice Scott.
London: Francis, Day & Hunter, ©1901.

1. I works just like a nigger and I isn't over-strong,
And I'm mostly on my trotters all the time;
So I'm glad when Easter Monday or a Whitsun comes along,
'Cause a day of puffick rest is really prime.
So I lately took it easy 'cause I 'ad a day to spare,
Wiv the wife and kiddies in their Sunday clothes.
'Twas a treat to make my mind up for a little country air,
And the pleasures of a quiet day's repose.

CHORUS: There was me and the Missus and the 'arf-a-dozen kids,
Starting in the morning for the Zoo.
'Twas a precious way, you know, but we made our minds to go,
And we took the lot to Eppin' Forest too.
Highgate, Barnet, 'Ampstead, Peckham Rye,
At the Crystal Palace made a stay.
We got weary on our pins, and we lost the blooming twins,
But I'm glad we 'ad a nice quiet day.

2. The night before none of us thought o' getting into bed,
'Cause we'd got all day tomorrow for the rest;
And 'arf the night was take up in cutting meat and bread,
And in getting all the youngsters ready dressed.
I felt a bit lop-sided 'cause I carried all the grub.
It's surprising wot a lot the kids can peck;
And I got a gallon bottle full of porter from the pub,
'Cause it balanced all the grub around my neck.

CHORUS: There was me and the Missus and the 'arf-a-dozen kids,
Climbing up the Monument so 'igh;
Then we played at Jack and Jill when we sampled Greenwich Hill,
And we 'ad a run to Chiswick bye-and-bye.
Acton, 'Endon, Kilburn, Kensal Green,
Loaded wiv the lilac and the may;
There was blisters on my heel, for an 'arf an inch o' steel,
But I'm glad we 'ad a nice quiet day.

3. 'Twas grand to see the London smoke from the Monument,
When I dragged the pram-ber-looter to the top.
As soon as I got up there to the bottom I was sent,
'Cause the Missus let a beefsteak pudden drop;
And when we reached the Ser-pin-tine the nipper tumbles in.
We 'eld 'im up upside down a bit to drain;
And soon as we 'ad scraped the mud from off his nose and chin,
Well, blow me if he don't fall in again.

CHORUS: And there was me and the Missus and the 'arf-a-dozen kids,
Wiv nuffink in the bottle but the bung;
But I gave the kids a treat when we come to Newgate Street,
'Cause I showed 'em where their uncle 'e was 'ung.
West Ham, Wanstead, Woolwich, Walthamstow,
Reached a spot they called St. Mary's Cray;
And then I sez to Ma, "Now, we mustn't go too far,
'Cause I finks we've 'ad a nice quiet day."

4. When I takes the Missus out to have a row just arter tea,
The nippers let a moocher pinch my coat;
And the owner of the wessel 'e was nasty like with me,
Becos I lost the bottom of 'is boat.
When we got home at closin' time, I 'adn't got a sou,
Except the shilling on the gallon jar;
And when we totters in the pub, for half-a-pint or two,
I smashes it against the blessed bar.

CHORUS: There was me and the Missus and the 'arf-a-dozen kids,
Limping back to London froo the rain.
Sez a chap to me, "Oh, no, that ain't the way to Bow.
Go on a dozing miles, and ask again."
Lightning, thunder, 'ailing cats and dogs,
Water streamin' off me all the way,
And to finish up the night, well, the Missus 'as a fight,
But I'm glad we 'ad a nice quiet day.


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