WE ALL GO THE SAME WAY HOME
(Harry Castling / C W Murphy 1911)

as recorded by Charles Whittle
1911


The wedding day was over and the party breakin' up,
All the guests were makin' for the door,
And as they danced along the hall like children on the sands,
The bride and bridegroom stood there, holding hands.
The company wished the couple health and wealth too,
And were dispersing in twos and threes,
When Johnson, through the din and noise,
Cried to all the girls and boys,
"Come come, get together, please!"

We all go the same way home,
All the 'ole collection
In the same direction,
All go the same way home,
So there's no need to part at all!
We all go the same way home,
Let's be gay and hearty,
Don't break up the party!
We'll cling together like the ivy
On the old garden wall!

A rajah gay was travellin' back to India once again,
With his four and twenty little wives.
In one compartment of the train, with all of them he got,
To keep his jealous eye upon the lot!
A porter shouted, "Hi, you're overcrowdin'!
There's room for ten there, not twenty four!"
The rajah answered, "We're alright,
Though we're packed in extra tight,
Don't you worry anymore!"

We all go the same way home,
All the 'ole collection
In the same direction,
All go the same way home,
So there's no need to part at all.
We all go the same way home,
Let's be gay and hearty,
Up the party!
We'll cling together like the ivy
On the old garden wall!




(Transcribed by Peter Akers - February 2018)