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AS THE HOURS AND THE DAYS AND THE WEEKS AND THE MONTHS AND THE YEARS ROLL BY (George Formby) George Formby - 1933 He loves her and she loves him, but her chance is mighty slim Of ever getting married to her man They’ve been courting years and years and fixed the wedding date She was two hours early and he was six months late All day for him she’ll cry, her eyes are never dry As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by You talk about a weep, she stands there ankle deep As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by They say better late than never Two birds of a feather must get together She's bought real posh underwear and said the maiden’s prayer As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by The twin bed by her side is still unoccupied As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by Each night no hope at all, her face turned to the wall As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by They say better late than never Two birds of a feather must get together She complains its so unjust, her trousseau's full of dust As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by How she sighs, sighs and sighs, quite an outsize size in sighs She seems to miss the things she’s never had When he said goodbye he kissed her on the mat That only set her longing for something more than that Where they used to meet, she stands and gets cold feet As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by She says she’s taken root, it’s growing through her boot They say better late than never Two birds of a feather must get together There’s a wart upon her nose, good gracious how it grows As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by Her age is twenty three, that’s all she means to me She’s making baby clothes, and says one never knows They say better late than never Two birds of a feather must get together Oh, she’ll never know for sure what God made husbands for As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by (Transcribed by Mel Priddle - July - 2010)

    


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