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No. 14 - Song - Winifred - "Hullo, little stranger!"
| Winifred: | Little boy of today, you're atrocious! You're a man by the time that you're ten! If today you're so awf'ly precocious, What on earth will you be when you're men? Little boy of today come on, own up! What has made you so blasé and stale? What has made you so terribly grown-up? Is it simply through reading the "Mail"? Hullo, little stranger! Hullo, little friend! You've a flippant tongue, You're beginning young, Your little ways you must mend! Hullo, little stranger! Hullo, little friend! Little stranger there's the danger, How's it all going to end? Hullo, little stranger! Hullo, little friend! You've a flippant tongue, You're beginning young, Your little ways you must mend! Hullo, little stranger! Hullo, little friend! Little stranger there's the danger, How's it all going to end? |
| Little boy of today tho' you teach your Great-grand-mother how to suck eggs, You're a hopelessly poor little creature And you're terribly weak on your legs, Your advancement is wonderf'ly rapid, You'll be sick of the world when you're three, In fact you're so perfectly vapid You can only become an M. P.! Hullo, little stranger! Hullo, little friend! You've a flippant tongue, You're beginning young, Your little ways you must mend! Hullo, little Winston! Hullo, little friend! You dare to scold 'em down at Oldham! How's it all going to end? Hullo, little stranger! Hullo, little friend! You've a flippant tongue, You're beginning young, Your little ways you must mend! Hullo, little Winston! Hullo, little friend! You dare to scold 'em down at Oldham! How's it all going to end? |
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| Little boy of today this or that form Your infant precocity takes, You are seen on the Albert Hall platform, You play without notes or mistakes, You buy an old "Strad" or "Amati," They applaud you again and again, And you look like a "stuffed Sarasate" Or like Shakespeare disguised as Hall Caine. Hullo, little stranger! Hullo, little friend! So you play Mozart, ev'ry note by heart, Mendelsohn you amend! Hullo, little stranger! Hullo, little friend! Why, your hair now is down to there now. Where's it all going to end? Hullo, little stranger! Hullo, little friend! So you play Mozart, ev'ry note by heart, Mendelsohn you amend! Hullo, little stranger! Hullo, little friend! Why, your hair now is down to there now. Where's it all going to end? |
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| Little girls, you are worse than your brothers, You've no longer the wish to be wed; By the time that you ought to be mothers, You want to be "Bath buns" instead. When you marry it's merely for money, P'rhaps your husband for months is away; But it somehow don't strike you as funny When you happen to meet him you say: "Hullo, little stranger! Hullo, little friend! Hope you're going strong. Been away for long? South of France or Ostend? Hullo, little stranger; come on, let's be friends!" He gets reckless, she gets a necklace, That's the way it always ends! "Hullo, little stranger! Hullo, little friend! Hope you're going strong. Been away for long? South of France or Ostend? Hullo, little stranger; come on, let's be friends!" He gets reckless, she gets a necklace, That's the way it always ends! |
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Page modified 15 November 2016