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No. 17 - Song - Sam - "In Dover Street."
| Sam: | I belong to a dear little club, Where we women have terrible larks. I won't tell you the name, 'cause you'll only make game, And pass I know the kind of remarks. We are terrible rascals, we girls, For our motto is "Fun but good tone." You must come there with me if it's only to see What we girls are like when we're alone. Oh! in Dover Street, in Dover Street is the snug little club where we often meet. At home I'm as quiet and good as a mouse, For I know that directly I'm out of the house There's a small glass of wine and a nice wing of grouse, Waiting for me in Dover Street. |
| We've no end of smart members, oh dear! Quite out of the ord'nary ruck, Of course we've a few from East Clapham or Kew, But we've some who are fearfully "buck." We have some who play pound points at Bridge, And some who play only for love, But I know we've some members with something below, And I fear very little above. Oh! in Dover Street, in Dover Street is the snug little club where for bridge we meet. I don't know the rules of the game it is true, But most of the people that I play with do, We don't care about points but we stop there till two, That's the principal point of Dover Street. |
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| Oh I don't think I told you at all On certain days men are allow'd And I blush when I say on male visitors day, You can't get in the club for the crowd. We're awf'ly reserv'd as a whole, It's a club for the smart without doubt Though we don't care a pin, Still, when once we get in We're so pleased to keep all our friends out. Oh! in Dover Street, in Dover Street is the snug little club where we often meet. When to some smart "At Home" we have been all the day, Laced up in a pair of-- I'd rather not say, Well, it's such a relief to pop in on our way. We can take off our boots in Dover Street. |
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