Albert played his banjo and how we sang!
The beer was expensive but the laughter was free.
Oh, how we do love to all be beside the sea!
Albert had a cousin named Marjorie,
And I had been noticin' that she had noticed me.
I quickly decided, if she didn't mind it,
I would spend the day in her gay company.
We shared a plate o' whelks, strollin' side-by-side.
I said she weren't too old to take a donkey ride,
But I didn't mind when she laughed and said no,
So we paused for a while and listened to the minstrel show.
There was a notice at the Palace Pier. (2)
It said there was to be a dance that night and it wasn't dear.
I explained, of course, that I could only waltz,
And so we waltzed to every tune and air.
Nine o'clock come round; we had to take the charabanc,
And Albert was too drunk to play the banjo, but still we sang,
All except Marjorie; I could tell at a glance,
Because me and Albert was leavin' for France.
I said, "We'll both be home in a week or two.
Me and Albert and Lord Kitchener will teach the Hun a thing or two. (3)
I'm sure to return; after me do not yearn,
And we will waltz together all our lives through".
Contributed by Bernart Bartleby - 2017/1/10 - 08:59
Flavio Poltronieri - 2017/1/10 - 10:23
Bernart Bartleby - 2017/1/10 - 23:28
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