Written in 1892 by Harry Dacre, Daisy Bell is said to have been inspired by Daisy Greville, Countess of Warwick, one of the many mistresses of King Edward VII.
Daisy Bell sung by Norma Dunbar:
Chorus:
Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do!
I'm half crazy, all for the love of you!
It won't be a stylish marriage: I can't afford a carriage,
But you'll look sweet, upon the seat,
Of a bicycle built for two!
Written and composed by Clifford F. Harris & James W. Tate - 1914
Performed by Clarice Mayne (1886-1966):
When I was young and innocent you stole into my heart
You taught me things I now repent whenever we're apart
You taught me that the world was wide, a bit too wide for me
And now I am not satisfied with just a cup of tea.
I was a good little girl
You sent my head in a whirl
My poor heart too
Oh how you told me the tale
You always do
I was a good little girl
Till I met you.
I never stayed out late at night, well, never after ten
To men I was indifferent quite until you came and then
You took me walking in the park, you talked like Romeo
And when you kissed me in the dark, poor me, I did not know.
I was a good little girl ...
So now you buy my frills and frocks, and things I dare not tell
Quite frequently I darn your socks and other things as well
I know some things I never knew in all my single life
You've taught me quite a thing or two since I became your wife.
I was a good little girl ...
Dear Old Pals is the song used to close every Players' Theatre performance. It is sung by the artistes, together with the audience. It was written in 1877 by G W Hunt.
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The wording used by the Players' is as follows:
Dear old pals, jolly old pals
Clinging together in all sorts of weather
Dear old pals, jolly old pals
Give me the friendship of dear old pals!
Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner that I love London so.
Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner that I think of her wherever I go.
I get a funny feeling inside of me, just walking up and down.
Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner that I love London so.
Oh, the fairies; whoa the fairies,
Nothing but splendour and feminine gender.
Oh, the fairies; whoa the fairies,
Oh for the wing of a fairy queen.
Written And composed by Arthur J. Lamb & Harry Von Tilzer
The ballroom was filled with fashion's throng
It shone with a thousand lights
And there was a woman who passed along
The fairest of all the sights
A girl to her lover then softly sighed
“There's riches at her command”
“But she married for wealth not for love” he cried
Tho' she lives in a mansion grand.
Chorus: She's only a bird in a gilded cage
A beautiful sight to see
You may think she's happy and free from care
She's not though she seems to be
'Tis sad when you think of her wasted life
For youth cannot mate with age
And her beauty was sold for an old man's gold
She's a bird in a silver cage.
The beautiful woman surveyed the scene
Her flatterers by the score
Her gems were the purest, her gown divine
So what could a woman want more
But memory brings back the face of a lad
Whose love she had turned aside
But happiness cannot be bought with gold
Although she's a rich man's bride.
Chorus:
I stood in a churchyard just at eve
When sunset adorned the West
And looked at the people who'd come to grieve
For loved ones now laid to rest
A tall marble monument marked the grave
Of one who'd been fashion's queen
And I thought she is happier here at rest
Than to have people say, when seen.
Marie Lloyd on Youtube - circa 1908
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1iAVTJFHwZY&list=RD02alQiqTOkePE
This song was performed in the 1939 movie "The Little Princess" - sung and danced by Shirley Temple and Arthur Treacher. Also recorded by: Ted Heath; Tommy Steele; Bob Wallis & His Storeyville Jazzmen. You can hear the song being performed by Robin Hunter on Players' CD 2.
Last week down our alley came a toff
Nice old geezer with a nasty cough
Sees my missus, takes his topper off
In a very gentlemanly way
"Wot cher!" all the neighbors cried
"Who yer gonna meet, Bill
Have yer bought the street, Bill"?
Laugh! I thought I should've died
Knocked 'em in the Old Kent Road
Ev'ry evenin' at the stroke of five
Me and the missus takes a little drive
You'd say, "Wonderful they're still alive"
If you saw that little donkey go
When we starts the blessed donkey stops
He won't move, so out I quickly lops
Pals start whackin' him, when down he drops
Someone says he wasn't made to go
"Wot cher!" all the neighbors cried
"Who yer gonna meet, Bill
Have yer bought the street, Bill"?
Laugh! I thought I should've died
Knocked 'em in the Old Kent Road
