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GILBERT THE FILBERT (Arthur Wimperis / Herman Finck 1914) I am known round town as a fearful blood, For I come straight down from the dear old flood, And I know who's who and I know what's what, And between the two I'm a trifle hot. For I set the tone as you may suppose, For I stand alone when it comes to clo'es, And as for gals, Just ask my pals, Why everybody knows I'm Gilbert, the Filbert, the knut with a "K", The pride of Piccadilly, the blase roue. Oh, Hades! The ladies who leave their wooden huts For Gilbert, the Filbert, the Colonel of the Knuts. You may look on me as a waster, what? But you ought to see how I fag and swot, For I'm called by two, and by five I'm out, Which I couldn't do if I slacked about. Then I count my ties and I change my kit, And the exercise keeps me awf'ly fit, Once I begin, I work like sin, I'm full of go and grit. I'm Gilbert, the Filbert, the knut with a "K", The pride of Picadilly, the blase roue. Oh, Hades! The ladies who leave their wooden huts For Gilbert, the Filbert, the Colonel of the Knuts. (Contributed by Peter Akers - February 2016)

    


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