HOLD YOUR HAND OUT NAUGHTY BOY
(C W Murphy / Worton David 1901)

as recorded by Florrie Forde
1913


At the club one evening, 
Jones was telling all his pals 
How much he hated girls,
Despite their golden curls.
"You wouldn't catch me with a girl, you bet your life" said he,
"Girls possess no charm for me!"
Then one chap there at Jones began to leer,
Picked up his cane and said to him, "Come here!"

"Hold your hand out, naughty boy!
Hold your hand out, naughty boy!
Last night in the pale moonlight
I saw ya!
With a nice girl in the park
You were strolling full of joy,
And you told her you'd never kissed a girl before,
Hold your hand out, naughty boy!"

Sanctimonious Obadiah, 
to sweetheart May one night, 
The tale was telling strong,
Said he, "To flirt is wrong!"
"And am I then the only girl you've ever loved?", said May;
He replied, "Yea sister, yea!"
Then from underneath the sofa near the fire,
Her little brother shouted, "Obadiah!"

"Hold your hand out, naughty boy!
Hold your hand out, naughty boy!
Last night in the pale moonlight
I saw ya!  (I saw ya!)
With a nice girl in the park
You were strolling full of joy,
And you told her you'd never kissed a girl before,
Hold your hand out, naughty boy!"

(spoken)
Hold your hand out, naughty boy, I saw ya!




(Transcribed by Peter Akers - February 2017)