Coll. by M.C. Parler Mrs. Kay Thresto
Sept. 14, 1959
Reel Item 1
Down in Drury Lane
Once I was a maiden, I lived in Drury Lane,
My mistress she mistreated me, my master did the same, Along came a sailor happy as could be,
He is the author of my misery.
Singing the bell-bottom trousers Coat of navy blue Climbing up the rigging li Like his daddy used to do.
He asked me for a kerchief to rest his weary head,
He asked me for a candle to light his way to bed,
And I a foolish maiden, thinking it no harm,
Got in the bed just to keep the sailor warm
Early in the morning, just at the break of day,
He handed me a five-pound note, and with it he did say, Take this, my darling, for the damage I have done,/son Maybe you’ll have a daughter, and maybe you’ll have a If you have a daughter, bounce her on your knee,
If you have a son, send the son-of-a-gun to sea.
The moral of this story, as you can plainly see,
Is never trust a sailor an inch above your knee.
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