- 1 - OPENING MEDLEY Fortune's always hiding, I've looked ev'rywhere, Anytime you're Lambeth way, I'm forever blowing bubbles, Any evening, any day, Pretty bubbles in the air. You'll find us all doin' the Lambeth Walk. - o - Ev'ry little Lambeth gal With her little Lambeth pal, Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer You'll find 'em all doin' the do! Lambeth Walk. I'm half crazy, all for the love of you! Ev'rything free and easy, It won't be a stylish marriage, Do as you darn well pleasey, I can't afford a carriage, Why don't you make your way there, But you'll look sweet upon the Go there, stay there. seat Once you get down Lambeth way, Of a bicycle made for two! Ev'ry evening, ev'ry day, - o - You'll find us all doin' the Lambeth Walk. Let's all go down the Strand ('ave a banana) - o - Let's all go down the Strand. Come, come, come and make eyes at I'll be leader, you can march me behind, Down at the old Bull and Bush. Come with me and see what we can (Dah dah dah dah dah) find. Come, come, drink some port wine Let's all go down the Strand with me ('ave a banana) Down at the old Bull and Bush. Oh, what a happy band. Hear the little German band That's the place for fun and noise (Dah de dah de dah dah dah) All among the girls and boys, Just let me hold your hand, dear. So let's all go down the Strand. Do, do, come and have a drink or - o - two Down at the old Bull and Bush. Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner (Bush bush!) That I love London so, Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner - o - That I think of her wherever I go. I'm forever blowing bubbles, I get a funny feeling inside of me Pretty bubbles in the air. Just walking up and down, They fly so high, nearly reach Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner the sky, That I love London Town. Then like my dreams they fade and die. - 2 - WWI MEDLEY Hello, hello, who's your lady friend? I've got sixpence Who's the little girlie by your Jolly. jolly sixpence side? I've got sixpence to last me all my I've seen you with a girl or two. Oh, life oh, oh, I am surprised at you. I've got tuppence to spend Hello, hello, stop your little And tuppence to lend games, And tuppence to send home to my Don't you think your ways you wife (poor wife) ought to mend? It isn't the girl I saw you with at No cares have I to grieve me Brighton, No pretty little miss to deceive Who, who, who's your lady friend? me I'm happy as a King believe me - o - As we go rolling, rolling home. Oh, we don't want to lose you, Rolling home (rolling home) But we think you ought to go Rolling home (rolling home) For your king and your country By the light of the silvery moon both need you so Happy is the day when we line up We shall want you and miss you, But for our pay with all our might and main As we go rolling, rolling home. We shall cheer you, thank you, kiss you, - o - When you come back again Here we are! Here we are! Here we - o - are again! Pat and Mac and Tommy and Jack Up to your waist in water, and Joe. Up to your eyes in slush, When there's trouble brewing Using the kind of language When there's something doing. That makes the sergeants blush; Are we downhearted? No! Who wouldn't join the army, Let 'em all come! That's what we all enquire, Here we are! Here we are! Here we Don't we pity the poor civilians are again! Sitting beside the fire? We're fit and well, and feeling as right as rain. Oh! Oh! Oh! It's a lovely war, Never mind the weather. Who wouldn't be a soldier, eh? Now then, all together Oh, it's a shame to take the pay. Hullo! Hullo! Here we are again! As soon as reveille has gone We feel just as heavy as lead, - o - - 3 - But we never get up till the Pack up your troubles in your old sergeant brings our breakfast kit bag up to bed. And smile, smile, smile. While you've a lucifer to light Oh! Oh! Oh! It's a lovely war, your fag. What do you want with eggs and Smile, boys, that's the style. ham What's the use of worrying? When you've got plum and apple It never was worthwhile. jam? So, pack up your troubles in your Form fours! Right turn! old kit bag How shall we spend the money we And smile, smile, smile. earn? Oh! Oh! Oh! It's a lovely war, - o - - o - It's a long way to Tipperary, It's a long way to go. Take me back to dear old Blighty! It's a long way to Tipperary, Put me on the train for London To the sweetest girl I know! town Goodbye Piccadilly, Take me over there Farewell, Leicester Square, Drop me anywhere It's a long, long way to Tipperary, Liverpool, Leeds or Birmingham - But my heart's right there! well I don’t care! I should like to see my best girl - o - Cuddling up again we soon should be (Whoa!) Goodbye Dolly I must leave you, Tiddley-iddley-ighty Though it breaks my heart to go Hurry me back to Blighty Something tells me I am needed Blighty is the place for me! At the front to fight the foe See, the boys in blue are marching - o - And I can no longer stay Hark, I hear the bugle calling, Keep the home fires burning, Goodbye Dolly Gray … While your hearts are yearning, Goodbye Dolly Gray Though your lads are far away they dream of home; There's a silver lining Through the dark cloud shining, Turn the dark cloud inside out, till the boys come home. - o - - 4 - HITS FROM THE BLITZ Whether the weather may be wet or fine Bless 'em all! Bless 'em all! We'll just rub along without a The long and the short and the care. tall; We're going to hang out the Bless all the sergeants and washing on the Siegfried Line, double-u-o-ones, If the Siegfried Line's still there. Bless all those Corporals and their blinkin' sons, - o - Cos' we're saying goodbye to 'em all. Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, And back to their billets they run, run, run. crawl, Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, You'll get no promotion this side run, run, run. of the ocean, Bang, bang, bang, bang, So cheer up, my lads bless 'em all. goes the farmer's gun, Nobody knows what a twerp you’ve Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, been, run, run, run. So cheer up, my lads, bless ‘em all! Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, - o - run, run, run, Don't give the farmer his Kiss me goodnight, Sergeant Major, fun, fun, fun. Tuck me in my little wooden bed. He'll get by without his rabbit We all love you, Sergeant Major, pie. When we hear you bawling, "Show a So, run, rabbit, run, rabbit, leg!" run, run, run. Don't forget to wake me in the morning, And bring me 'round a nice hot cup of tea. There's a rose that grows on "No Kiss me goodnight, Sergeant Major Man’s Land" Sergeant Major, be a mother to me. And it's wonderful to see, Tho' its spray'd with tears, it will - o - live for years, In my garden of memory. We're going to hang out the It's the one red rose the soldier washing on the Siegfried Line, knows, Have you any dirty washing, It's the work of the Master's hand; mother dear? Mid the War's great curse, We're going to hang out the Stands the Red Cross Nurse, washing on the Siegfried Line, She's the rose of "No Man's Land". ‘Cos the washing day is here. - 5 - LONDON PRIDE Gay lady, Mayfair in the morning, Hear your footsteps echo in the London Pride has been handed empty street. down to us. Early rain and the pavement's London Pride is a flower that's glistening. free. All Park Lane in a shimmering London Pride means our own dear gown. town to us, Nothing ever could break or harm And our pride it for ever will be. the charm of London Town. Woa, Liza, see the coster barrows, In our city darkened now, street Vegetable marrows and the fruit and square and crescent, piled high. We can feel our living past in Woa, Liza, little London sparrows, our shadowed present, Covent Garden Market where the Ghosts beside our starlit Thames costers cry. who lived and loved and died Cockney feet mark the beat of Keep throughout the ages London history. Pride. Every street pins a memory down. Nothing ever can quite replace London Pride has been handed the grace of London Town. down to us. London Pride is a flower that's There's a little city flower every free.