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SHE WAS ONLY SOMEBODY'S DAUGHTER (POOR LITTLE ORPHAN CHILD) (Kenneth & George Western) The Western Bros. with Billy Cotton & His Band - 1932 Carson Robison with Roy Noble & The New Mayfair Orch. - 1932 Jack Hylton & His Orch. (vocal: Hylton & Band Members) - 1932 Jay Wilbur & His Orch. (vocal: George Weston) - 1932 Al Conway & His Orch. (aka Arthur Lally's Orch.) - 1932 As recorded by THE WESTERN BROTHERS with Billy Cotton & His Band: Left, left, left, right, left Here's a song for you to sing at morning and night Here's a song for you to sing, you must get it right All about a sweetie who has strayed from the nest Listen to this ditty and imagine the rest She was only a Corporal's daughter She was only a Corporal's daughter She was only a Corporal's daughter But now she's an officer's mess No wonder Dad was angry No wonder he was wild She never had no mother Poor little orphan child Come along there, pick 'em up Oi! Oi! What about a Busman's daughter I've got one, Sergeant, righty-ho She was only a Busman's daughter She was only a Busman's daughter She was only a Busman's daughter But she never knew when to stop No wonder Dad was angry No wonder he was wild She never had no mother Poor little orphan child Sergeant, do you sing by ear? Yes, I do I thought that funny noise didn't come out of your mouth Hah-hah-hah-hah-hah A-left, a-left She were only a Butcher's daughter She were only a Butcher's daughter Aye, she were only a Butcher's daughter But how they smacked her chops No wonder Dad was angry No wonder he was wild She never had no mother Poor little orphan child What about the Band? Let the Drummer have a go Righty-ho, here we are She was only a Drummer's daughter She was only a Drummer's daughter She was only a Drummer's daughter But she was always on the tap No wonder Dad was angry No wonder he was wild She never had no mother Poor little orphan child I've got one, Sergeant. Let's 'ave a basin Go on, Allie (sic) She was only a Greengrocer's daughter She was only a Greengrocer's daughter She was only a Greengrocer's daughter But she gave 'em raspberries too No wonder Dad was angry No wonder he was wild She never had no mother Poor little orphan child There was an old lady of Cheadle Oy! Oy! Oy! Keep the party clean All right, boys, I'll cut it out She was only a Fisherman's daughter She was only a Fisherman's daughter She was only a Fisherman's daughter But she lost her place, poor soul No wonder Dad was angry No wonder he was wild She never had no mother Poor little orphan child No wonder Dad was angry No wonder he was wild She never had no mother Poor little orphan child Left, left, left, right, left She was only a Sergeant's daughter She was only a Sergeant's daughter She was only a Sergeant's daughter But she never shouted "HALT!" No wonder Dad was angry No wonder he was wild She never had no mother Poor little orphan child Yes, what about a halt, Sergeant? I've got hammer toes What's that gotta do with it Well, they keep on knockin' me nails in Hah-hah-hah-hah-hoi Och-eye, here's a bonny wee Scots lassie, hah She's only a Barber's daughter She's only a Barber's daughter She's just a Barber's daughter She'd do anything for a bob No wonder Dad was angry No wonder he was wild She never had no mother Poor little orphan child What won the three-thirty? The three-thirty? Yus, the three-thirty Well, we should know at four-thirty Oh yes, the four-thirty in her six-thirty (sic) I know She was only a Bookie's daughter She was only a Bookie's daughter She was only a Bookie's daughter But she came home at five to four No wonder Dad was angry No wonder he was wild She never had no mother Poor little orphan child Come on then, we've only got another twenty miles to go Let's 'ear from ya Please can I sing one, Mister Sergeant? Go on, shut up Go on, go on, leave 'er alone. Come on, girl She was only a Poet's daughter She was only a Poet's daughter She was only a Poet's daughter But she said she wasn't averse No wonder Dad was angry No wonder he was wild She never had no mother Poor little orphan child A-left, a-left, a-left Indeed to goodness I know one about a photographer whatever Hooray, let Lloyd George 'ave a go She was only a Photographer's daughter She was only a Photographer's daughter She was only a Photographer's daughter But look you, she was overexposed No wonder Dad was angry No wonder he was wild She never had no mother Poor little orphan child Please don't throw stones at her She's only an orphaned child No wonder Dad was angry No wonder he was wild She never had no mother Poor little orphan child ******************** As recorded by CARSON ROBISION with Max Kester and Ray Noble's New Mayfair Dance Orchestra: (KESTER: I say, have you heard about the greengrocer's daughter?) Aw, nuts! Here's a song for you to sing at morning and night Here's a song for you to sing, you must get it right All about a sweetie who has strayed from the nest Listen to this ditty and imagine the rest She was only a postman's daughter She was only a postman's daughter She was only a postman's daughter But she sorted all the mails No wonder Dad was angry No wonder he was wild She never had no mother Poor little orphan child She was only a broadcaster's daughter She was only a broadcaster's daughter But she always went out on the mike She was only a shoemaker's daughter ('scuse me) She was only a shoemaker's daughter So she spent all night in the trees (It's the same the 'ole world over) (It's the poor what gets the blame) (It's the rich what gets the pleasure) (Isn't it a bloomin' shame) She was only a gangster's daughter She was only a gangster's daughter She was only a gangster's daughter But she got dressed up to kill (Whistling) She was only a bellringer's daughter She was only a bellringer's daughter But she couldn't be told very much She was only a sailor's daughter She was only a sailor's daughter But, oh, how she made for the port (Orchestral Interlude) (KESTER: She was only a park keeper's daughter.......Oooohhhhh!) (Transcribed by Mel Priddle - November 2014)

    


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