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No. 19 - Song - Bobbie and Chorus - "The London Omnibus"
| Bobbie: | The tourist finds all sorts and kinds Of vehicles to ride in, Perhaps he goes across the snows In sledges softly glidin'. In warmer parts they've bullock carts For roads of sand or gravel, Or else within a palanquin Or rickshaw he may travel. But most of all appeals to us The good old London omnibus. The 'bus, omnibus is a London institution; Red, green or blue, It's all the same to you. The bell goes ting, the conductor calls: Charing Cross, Holborn, Bank, St. Pauls!" The fare you can spare, so without the slightest fuss, You pop on the top of a London omnibus. |
| Chorus: | Oh, the 'bus, omnibus is a London institution; Red, green or blue, It's all the same to you. The bell goes ting, the conductor calls: Charing Cross, Holborn, Bank, St. Pauls!" The fare you can spare, so without the slightest fuss, You pop on the top of a London omnibus. |
| Bobbie: | A four-in-hand no doubt is grand, A hansom may be quicker, But you're upset if you should get A horse that is a kicker. A motor-car will take you far, Of speed you'll get a high rate, But in the streets there's nothing beats A 'bus that's not a pirate. Oh, how the people push and fight To catch the last 'bus ev'ry night. The last omnibus is a dreadful institution; What's to be done, Suppose you miss that one? The night is dark and the rain comes down. "Angel, Britannia, Camden Town!" No doubt you live outside the four mile radius, So you fight, main and might, for a seat upon that bus. |
| Chorus: | Oh, the last omnibus is a dreadful institution; What's to be done, Suppose you miss that one? The night is dark and the rain comes down. "Angel, Britannia, Camden Town!" No doubt you live outside the four mile radius, So you fight, main and might, for a seat upon that bus. |
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