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No. 15 - Song - Daisy - "The Gay Tom-Tit"
| Daisy: | A Tom-tit lived in a tip-top tree, And a mad little, bad little bird was he; He'd bachelor tastes, but then, oh dear! He'd a gay little way with the girls, I fear! Now a Jenny Wren lived on a branch below, And it's plain she was vain as ladies go, For she pinch'd her waist and she rouged a bit With a sigh for the eye of the gay Tom-tit! She sighed "Oh my!" She sighed "Ah me!" While the Tom-tit sat in his tree-tree-tree And she piped her eye a bit For love of that gay Tom-tit And she piped her eye a bit, bit, bit For love of the gay Tom-tit-tit-tit. |
| Chorus: | And she piped her eye a bit For love of that gay Tom-tit And she piped her eye a bit, bit, bit For love of the gay Tom-tit-tit-tit. |
| Daisy: | She saw that her rouge did not attract So she tried to decide how next to act; She donned a stiff collar and fancy shirt And she wore, what is more, a divided skirt. Then she bought cigarettes and a big latch-key, And she said "He'll be led to notice me" But she found her plan didn't work one bit For he sneer'd, as I fear'd, did that gay Tom-tit! He sneer'd "Oh my!" He sneer'd "Oh lor!" What on earth has she done that for, for, for? And he wink'd his eye a bit That giddy and gay Tom-tit And he wink'd his eye a bit, bit, bit, That giddy and gay Tom-tit-tit-tit. |
| Chorus: | And he wink'd his eye a bit That giddy and gay Tom-tit And he wink'd his eye a bit, bit, bit, That giddy and gay Tom-tit-tit-tit. |
| Daisy: | "Alas, no more" said the poor young wren, "Will I ape the shape of the heartless men" So she flung cigarettes and big latch-key With a plop from the top of that great green tree. And she wouldn't use rouge or pinch her waist, But she dress'd to the best of a simple taste; Then she learnt to cook and to sew and knit "What a pearl of a girl" said the gay Tom-tit! Said he "Good day!" Said she "How do?" They were very soon friends, those two, two, two And I'm bound to say in a bit She married that gay Tom-tit, And I'm bound to say in a bit, bit, bit, She married that gay Tom-tit-tit-tit. |
| Chorus: | And I'm bound to say in a bit She married that gay Tom-tit, And I'm bound to say in a bit, bit, bit, She married that gay Tom-tit-tit-tit. |
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Page created 29 September 2016