A 'dirty night' at the "Tiddlers Arms,"
Where the "Skylark" sailors meet,
If you ever go to Dampoor by the Dampoor slow express
Be careful how you travel - try to fix
When cares attack and life seems black,
How sweet it is to pot a yak,
Yesterday I went into the flower shop and I ask-a the man,
'How mooch you want for-a one red-a rose in da window?'
I stood on the bridge at midnight
At the railway station way back,
I'd known her from her "Baby days"
And watched her grow apace,
Up in a frowsy garret,
Alone in the darkness and gloom,
I stood on the bridge at midnight
At the railway station —way back,
She was only a farmer’s daughter,
Dressed in a cotton gown,
The same old story of Women and Wine —
The Night-Club's riot and laughter,
Hark! 'tis the bugle calling —
And over the top we went,
Just after the War —if it wasn't before
A man stood outside the " Red Lion "
There’s a glorious game called Foot-ball
—I've played it since I was seven —
THE " Bookies " were shouting, the numbers were up,
The horses lined up for the start.
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