Wiv 'Arry Brown a pal of mine at night I often go Round to a pub, a little pub, a cosy little show A widow lady keeps it and there's one thing very clear 'E finks a lot more of the widow than 'e does the beer And while they tell their little tales of love across the bar I keep my "Chivvy chase" inside a pot "E's very slow, and so I always whisper in his ear Every opportunity I've got.
Chorus: 'Arry 'Arry 'Arry 'Arry, you've got a chance to marry A nice little widow wiv a nice little pub Plenty of bacca, beer, and plenty of grub I would come round and see you, and keep you company It would be nice for you an 'er and wouldn't it be nice for me.
Now "Arry is so awkward, why 'e don't know what to do Proposing ain't in his line, so I'm going to pull him through I'll write it out on paper so as 'e can make a start He'll take it home one evening and 'e'll learn it off by heart And when 'e gets his courage up and throws it off his chest She'll take 'im on without the slightest fear And when the job is over, and they start their 'oney-moon Why, I can stay at 'ome and mind the beer.
Chorus:
When we go round each evening and we 'elp 'er shut the pub She takes us in the parlour and she fills us up with grub And when the supper's over, of course, well, there you are To give them both a chance, I always stroll into the bar But there 'e sits a moping with 'is thumb stuck in 'is mouth At courting he's as lazy as a Turk I told 'im only Yesterday, if something wasn't done The pair of us would have to go to work. ============================= Written and composed by Fred Murry/Fred W. Leigh and George Le Brun - 1902 Performed by Alec Hurley (1871-1913)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
