Down at the Old Bull and Bush

Listen to a Pub Song version.

(Florrie Forde)

Intro:

Talk about the shade of a sheltering palm.
Praise about a tree with its wide spreading charms.
There's a little nook down our old Hampstead town,
You know the place, it has won great renown.

Often with my sweetheart on a bright summers day,
To the little pub there my footsteps will stray.
If she hesitates when she looks at the sign,
"Lovely" I whisper, "no do not decline".

Chorus:

Come, come, come and make eyes at me
Down at the old "Bull and Bush".
Come, come, drink some port wine with me
Down at the old "Bull and Bush".
Hear the little German band,
"Fol-de-riddle-i-doh",
Do let me hold your hand, dear.
Come, come, come and have a drink or two
Down at the old "Bull and Bush".




All me life I wanted to be a Barrer-Boy. (Made Famous by Flanagan and Allen)
Pearly King, George Hitchens, sings the next two songs.

All me life I wanted to be a barrer-boy,
A barrer-boy Ive always wanted to be,
I've got me papers - I carry them with pride;
I'm a coster, a coster, from over the other side.
I turned me back upon the whole society,
And gone to where the ripe bananas grow.
They're only a dozen a shilling -
That's how I earns me living -
I oughter been a barrer-boy years ago,
Gerroff me barrer!
Oh, I oughter been a barrer-boy years ago.>

Up the Apples and Pears
Pearly King, George Hitchens, sings "Up the Apples and Pears" and "Barrer Boy".

Up the apples an' pears, and across the Rory O' Moor,
I'm off to see my dear old Trouble and Strife.
On the Cain and Able, you will always see
A pair of Jack the Rippers and a cup of Rosy Lee.
What could be better than this -
A nice old cuddle and kiss -
All beneath the pale moonlight.
Then some Tommy Tucker and off to Uncle Ned.
Oh What a luverly night tonight.