Sing-along Song Sheet No.1

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You can singalong to a piano accompaniment of the following songs if you click on the media players underneath each song title. If you make a false start and want to start from the begin, then just place your mouse on the position cursor and slide it back to the beginning.

Lambeth Walk

      Lambeth Walk

Anytime you’re Lambeth way
Any evening, any day,
You’ll find us all doin’ the Lambeth walk. Oi!

Ev’ry little Lambeth gal
With her little Lambeth pal,
You’ll find ’em all doin’ the Lambeth walk. Oi!

Ev’rything’s free and easy,
Do as you darn well pleasey,
Why don’t you make your way there,
Go there, stay there,
Once you get down Lambeth way,
Ev’ry evening, ev’ry day,
You’ll find yourself doin’ the Lambeth walk. Oi!

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Down at the Old Bull and Bush

      Down at the Old Bull and Bush

Come, come, come and make eyes at me
down at the Old Bull and Bush,
Da, da, da, da, da,
Come, come, drink some port wine with me,
Down at the Old Bull and Bush,
Here the little German Band,
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Just let me hold your hand dear,
Do, do, come and have a drink or two
Down at the Old Bull and Bush,
Bush, Bush!

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Daisy

      Daisy

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 on the seat
On a bicycle built for two!

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I’ve Got a Lovely Bunch of Coconuts

      I've Got a Lovely Bunch of Coconuts

I’ve got a lo-ve-ly bunch o’ coconuts.
There they are a-standin’ in a row.
Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head!
Give ’em a twist, a flick o’ the wrist,
That’s what the showman said.

I’ve got a lo-ve-ly bunch o’ coconuts.
Every ball yer throw will make me rich.
There stands me wife, the idol of me life,
Singing “roll a-bowl a ball, a penny a pitch!”

Singin’ roll a-bowl a ball, a penny a pitch!
Singin’ roll a-bowl a ball, a penny a pitch!
Roll a-bowl a ball, roll a-bowl a ball, singing roll a-bowl a ball a penny a pitch!

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Maybe it’s Because I’m a Londoner

      Maybe it's Because I'm a Londoner

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 Town.

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On Mother Kelly’s Doorstep

      On Mother Kelly's Doorstep

On Mother Kelly’s doorstep,
Down Paradise Row.
I’d sit along o’ Nellie,
She’d sit along o’ Joe.
She’d got a little hole in her frock,
Hole in her shoe,
Hole in her sock
Where her toe peeped through,
But Nellie was the smartest down our alley.

On Mother Kelly’s doorstep,
I’m wondering now
If li’l gal Nelly
Remembers Joe, her beau,
And does she love me like she used to
On Mother Kelly’s doorstep,
Down Paradise Row.

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Underneath the Arches

      Underneath the Arches

Underneath the Arches
I dream my dreams away.
Underneath the arches,
On cobble stones I lay.
Ev’ry night you’ll find me,
Tired out and worn.
Happy when the daylight comes creeping,
Heralding the dawn.

Sleeping when it’s raining,
And sleeping when it’s fine,
I hear the trains rattling by above.
Pavement is my pillow,
No matter where I stray.
Underneath the Arches
I dream my dreams away.

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Don’t Dilly Dally on the Way

      Don't Dilly Dally on the Way

My old man said, “Follow the van, don’t dilly dally on the way!”
Off went the cart with the home packed in it,
I walked behind with me old cock linnet.
But I dillied and dallied, dallied and dillied,
Lost the van and don’t know where to roam.
You can’t trust the specials like the old time ‘coppers’
When you can’t find your way home.

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Roll Out the Barrel

      Roll Out the Barrel

Roll out the barrel, We’ll have a barrel of fun
Roll out the barrel, we’ve got the blues on the run
Zing Boom Tararel
Ring out a song of good cheer
Now s the time to roll the barrel
For the gang’s all here.

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Any Old Iron

      Any Old Iron

Any old iron? Any old iron?
Any, any, any old iron?
You look neat. Talk about a treat!
You look dapper from your napper to your feet.

Dressed in style, brand-new tile,
And your father’s old green tie on.
But I wouldn’t give you tuppence for your old watch and chain,
Old iron, old iron.

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Knees Up Mother Brown

      Knees Up Mother Brown

Knees up Mother Brown, Knees up Mother Brown
Under the table you must go
Ee-aye, Ee-aye, Ee-aye-oh
If I catch you bending
I’ll saw your legs right off
Knees up, knees up
Never get the breeze up
Knees up Mother Brown

Oh my, what a rotten song
What a rotten song, What a rotten song
Oh my, what a rotten song
And what a rotten singer
Too-ooh-ooh

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