Lyrics:
half pence for vinegar
And tuppence happeny salt
A penny goes for mustard
Three halfpence goes for thread
You gave me thruppence t'other night
For a half
He'd got all the wood for the bulwarks
And all t'other shipbuilding junk,
Now he wanted some nice birds-eye maple
To panel the sides of his bunk.
Now
on a string
Poor thing
Poor thing
There were these two, you see
Wanted her like mad
One of 'em a Judge
T'other one his Beadle!
Every day they'd nudge
thing
Poor thing
There were these two, you see
Wanted her like mad
One of 'em a Judge
T'other one his Beadle!
Every day they'd nudge
And they'd
windowsill
We'll bill and we'll coo
Oooh
And maybe a stork will bring
This and t'other thing to
Our room with a view
Tree-tears vall
Wordle-wide
All of us
Cross o'er t'other side
'Vore I leave
Someone please
Love me tender
Beneath the trees
Love me
a stork will bring
This, that and t'other thing
to our room with a view.
a stork will bring
This, that and t'other thing
to our room with a view.
Spoke to my girl on the phone t'other day
She said she wish I'd come there right away
In Boston Massachusetts where she lives
Got to get there
the other
This is the real world
This is t'other
We only want to make you happy
We only want you to be happy
We only want to make you happy
In the world
a stork will bring
This, that and t'other thing
To our room with a view.
are sitting still,
Leaning on our own window sill.
We'll bill and we'll coo-ooo-oo,
And maybe a stork will bring
This, that and t'other thing
To our
School foxhole
Safe inside and also safe from a world
Full of melancholy and woe
Then I realized one way or t'other
I'd end up six feet under the ground
So
Ye get knocked out; else wounded - bad or cushy;
Scuppered; or nowt except yer feelin’ mushy.”
One of us got the knock-out, blown to chops.
T’other was
I used to be a sensitive lad
Politics economics they made me so mad
The world was gonna end any day
One side or t'other was gonna blow us away
arse
It's yellow and smelly
But it will warms yer belly
Now turn t'other side
And open wide
Yes
Feel my piss float
Down your whorish throat
The warming
T'other planned it's plunder,
I chose to fight for Nature's right;
Grabbed a fallen skean.
All who would one flower destroy,
must first cut down this
on a string
Poor thing
Poor thing
There were these two, you see
Wanted her like mad
One of 'em a Judge
T'other one his Beadle!
Every day they'd nudge
told you when I wrote
But now I've won another naught through Paddy McGinty's goat
Mickey Riley he went to the races t'other day
He won twenty
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