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31 Jan 11 - 04:44 PM (#3086121) Subject: Lyr Add: SAMUEL DUFF (from Harry Champion, 1914) From: Jim Dixon Here's my attempt at the transcription of another old music-hall song. Your corrections are welcome. You can hear this at The Internet Archive or YouTube. SAMUEL DUFF As sung by Harry Champion 1. My father always used to say, "You ought to wear a sign To show the people what's your trade and what's your proper line." So upon my face I wear these little bits of hair Because I am a sideboard manufacturer. When they see my sideboards when I'm walking out, Dogs begin to bark and people all begin to shout— CHORUS: Samuel Duff, with your little bits of fluff, You're like a sandwich, Samuel. You face looks just like a little bit of ham {Right in the middle of your sideboard, Sam.}* Samuel Duff, You're no muff. The people know you're wide. Oh, it's not your curls that tickle all the girls. It's the little bits of hairy side. It's the little bits of hairy side. Little bits of hairy side. Oh, it's not your curls that tickle all the girls. It's the little bits of hairy side. 2. The butchers like to see me walking up and down the street Because I wipe(?) the flies away from off the bits of meat. All around the ways the people start to give me in(?) There's not a window cleaner seen there ever since. When the people see me walk along each day, Cleaning all the windows with my whiskers, they all say— CHORUS. 3. Now once around our neighborhood a little circus came. The bearded lady with it had to run away for shame. Her head it started slipping and I began to grin. She was like a hedgehog round about the chin. People started screaming, "Sammy, you are hot" When I said to her, "I bet I've got the finest lot." CHORUS It's the little mutton chops beside. It's the little mutton chops beside. Little bits of hairy side. Oh, it's not your curls that tickle all the girls. It's the little mutton chops beside. * On chorus 3, substitute "Stuck at the bottom of the frying pan." |