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
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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)
