Jerimiah Jones, or
Hello! Hello! Who's Your Lady Friend?

& My Old Dutch (second song)

"Hello! Hello! Who's Your Lady Friend?"

Jerimiah Jones, a ladies' man was he,
Every pretty girl he loved to spoon.
Still he found a wife along beside the sea,
Went to Margate for the honeymoon.
But when he strolled along the promenade
with his little wife just newly wed,
He got an awful scare when someone strolling there
Came up to him and said:
"Hello! Hello! Who's your lady friend?
Who's the little girl by your side?
I've seen you with a girl or two.
O! O! O! I'm surprised at you.
Hello! Hello! Stop your little games.
Don't you think your ways you ought to mend?
It isn't the girl I saw you with at Brighton.
Who? Who? Who's your lady friend?                     [top]		  
   
"My Old Dutch" Albert Chevalier
I've got a pal,
A reg'lar out an' outer,
She's a dear good old gal,
I'll tel yer all about 'er.
It's many years since fust we met,
'Er 'air was then as black as jet,
It's whiter now, but she don't fret,
Not my old gal!
We've been together now for forty years,
An' it don't seem a day too much;
There ain't a lady livin' in the land
As I'd `swop' for my dear Old Dutch!
" My Old Dutch".....cont.
I calls 'er Sal,
'Er proper name is Sairer,
An' yer may find a gal
As you'd consider fairer.
She ain't a angel - she can start
A jawin' till it make yer smart;
She's just a woman bless 'er 'eart,
Is my old gal! [top]		  

 

"When I'm 64" Paul McCartney

 
When I get older, losing my hair, many years from now,
Will you still be sending me a Valentine,birthday greetings, bottle of wine?
If I'd been out 'till quarter to three,would you lock the door?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four?

Hmm------mmm---mmmh.
You'll be older, too.Aaah, and if you say the word, I could stay with you.

I could be handy, mending a fuse, when your lights have gone.
You can knit a sweater by the fireside, sunday mornings, go for a ride.
Doing the garden, digging the weeds, who could ask for more?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty four?

Every summer we can rent a cottage in the Isle of Wightif it's not to dear. We shall scrimp and save.
Ah, grandchildren on your knee, Vera, Chuck, and Dave.

Send me a postcard, drop me a line stating point of view.
Indicate precisely what you mean to say, yours sincerely wasting away.
Give me your answer, fill in a form, mine forever more.
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty four?

by John Lennon/Paul McCartney

  

 

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