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IT'S A GREAT BIG SHAME (Edgar Bateman / George Le Brunn) Gus Elen - 1895 (English Music Hall) Arthur Lally & The Million- Airs - 1931 Gus Elen - 1931 Warren Mitchell - 1967 Dave & Al Sealey - 1999 Also recorded by: Roy Hudd; The Dead Victorians; The Mike Sammes Singers; Ronald Hearn. I've lost my pal, 'e's the best in all the tahn But don't you fink 'im dead, becos 'e ain't But since 'e's wed 'e 'as 'ad ter knuckle dahn It's enuf ter vex the temper of a saint 'E's a brewers drayman, wiv a leg o' mutton fist An' as strong as a bullick or an 'orse Yet in 'er 'ands 'e's like a little kid Oh, I wish as I could get 'im a divorce Well, it's a great big shame, an' if she belong'd ter me I'd let 'er know oo's oo Naggin' at a feller wot is six foot free And her only four foot two They 'adn't been married not a month nor more When underneath her fumb goes Jim Oh, isn't it a pity as the likes ov 'er Should put upon the likes ov 'im Now Jim was class, 'e could sing a decent song And at scrappin' 'e 'ad won some great renown Well, it took two coppers for to make 'im move along And annuver six to 'old the feller dahn But today when I axes would 'e come an' 'ave some beer To the doorstep on tiptoe 'e arrives "I daresn't," says 'e, don't shout, for she'll 'ear I've got ter clean the winders an' the knives" Well, it's a great big shame, an' if she belong'd ter me I'd let 'er know oo's oo Naggin' at a feller wot is six foot free And her only four foot two They 'adn't been married not a month nor more When underneath her fumb goes Jim Oh, isn't it a pity as the likes ov 'er Should put upon the likes ov 'im It's a great big shame, an' if she belong'd ter me I'd let 'er know oo's oo Naggin' at a feller wot is six foot free And her only four foot two They 'adn't been married not a month nor more When underneath her fumb goes Jim Oh, isn't it a pity as the likes ov 'er Should put upon the likes ov 'im ******************** EXTRA VERSE: On a Sunday morn, wiv a dozen pals or more 'E'd play at pitch an' toss along the Lea But now she bullies 'im a-scrubbin 'o the floor Such a change, well I never did see Wiv apron on 'im, I twigged 'im on 'is knees A rubbin' up the old 'arf stone Wot wiv emptyin' the ashes and a shellin' of the peas I'm blowed if 'e can call 'is self 'is own (Transcribed by Mel Priddle - September 2014)

    


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