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She sung a song an' I sat silent there	A
Wiv bofe 'ands grippin' 'ard on me chair	A
Me 'eart that yesterdee I thort wus broke	B
Wiv 'umpin sich a 'eavy load o' care	A
Come swelling in me throat like I would choke	B
I felt 'ot blushes climbin' to me 'air	A
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'Twas like that feelin' when the Spring wind breaves	C
Sad music in the sof'ly rustlin' leaves	C
An' when a bloke sits down an' starts to chew	D
Crook thorts wivout quite knowin' why 'e grieves	C
Fer things 'e's done 'e didn't ort to do	D
Fair winded wiv the 'eavy sighs 'e 'eaves	C
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She sung a song an' orl at once I seen	E
The kind o' crool an' 'eartless broot I been	F
In ev'ry word I read it like a book	G
The slanter game I'd played wiv my Doreen	E
I 'eard it in 'er song an' in 'er look	G
I seen wot made me feel fair rotten mean	E
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Poor 'urt Doreen My tender bit o' fluff	H
Ar men don't understand they're fur too rough	H
Their ways is fur too coarse wiv lovin' tarts	C
They never gives 'em symperthy enough	H
They treats 'em 'arsh they tramples on their 'earts	C
Becos their own crool 'earts is leather tough	H
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She sung a song an' orl them bitter things	C
That chewin' over lovers' quarrils brings	C
Guv place to thorts of sorrer an' remorse	C
Like when some dilly punter goes an' slings	C
'Is larst lone deener on some stiffened 'orse	C
An' learns them vain regrets wot 'urts an' stings	C
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'Twas at a beano where I lobs along	I
To drown them memories o' fancied wrong	I
I swears I never knoo that she'd be there	A
But when I met 'er eye O 'struth 'twas strong	I
'Twas bitter strong that jolt o' dull despair	A
'Er look o' scorn An' then she sung a song	I
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The choon was one o' them sad mournful things	C
That ketch yeh in the bellers 'ere and brings	C
Tears to yer eyes The words was uv a tart	J
'Oo's trackin' wiv a silly coot 'oo slings	C
'Er love aside an' breaks 'er tender 'eart	J
But 'twasn't that it was the way she sings	C
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To 'ear 'er voice A bloke 'ud be a log	K
'Oo kep' 'is block Me mind wus in a fog	L
Of sorrer for to think 'ow I wus wrong	I
Ar I 'ave been a fair ungrateful 'og	I
The feelin' that she put into that song	I
'Ud melt the 'eart strings of a chiner dog	I
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I listens wiv me 'eart up in me throat	J
I drunk in ev'ry word an' ev'ry note	J
Tears trembles in 'er voice when she tells 'ow	M
That tart snuffed out becos 'e never wrote	J
An' then I seen 'ow I wus like that cow	I
Wiv suddin shame me guilty soul wus smote	J
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Doreen she never looked my way but stood	J
'Arf turned away an' beefed it out reel good	J
Until she sang that bit about the grave	N
'Too late 'e learned 'e 'ad misunderstood '	-
An' then Gorstrooth The pleadin' look she gave	N
Fair in me face 'ud melt a'eart o' wood	J
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I dunno 'ow I seen that evenin' thro'	A
They muster thort I was 'arf shick I knoo	E
But I 'ad 'urt Doreen wivout no call	O
I seen me dooty wot I 'ad to do	J
O strike I could 'a' blubbed before 'em all	O
But I sat tight an' never cracked a boo	J
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An' when at larst the tarts they makes a rise	C
A lop eared coot wiv 'air down to 'is eyes	C
'E 'ooks on to Doreen an' starts to roam	P
Fer 'ome an' muvver I lines up an' cries	C
''An's orf I'm seein' this 'ere cliner 'ome '	-
An' there we left 'im gapin' wiv surprise	C
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She never spoke she never said no word	J
But walked beside me like she never 'eard	J
I swallers 'ard an' starts to coax an' plead	J
I sez I'm dead ashamed o' wot's occurred	J
She don't reply she never takes no 'eed	J
Jist stares before 'er like a startled bird	J
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I tells 'er never can no uvver tart	J
Be 'arf wot she is if we 'ave to part	J
I tells 'er that me life will be a wreck	I
It ain't no go But when I makes a start	J
To walk away 'er arms is roun' me neck	I
'Ah Kid ' she sobs 'Yeh nearly broke me 'eart '	-
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I dunno wot I done or wot I said	J
But 'struth I'll not forgit it till I'm dead	J
That night when 'ope back in me brisket lobs	C
'Ow my Doreen she lays 'er little 'ead	J
Down on me shoulder 'ere an' sobs an' sobs	C
An' orl the lights goes sorter blurred an' red	J
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Say square an' all It don't seem right some'ow	Q
To say such things but wot I'm feelin' now	E
'As come at times I s'pose to uvver men	E
When you 'ave 'ad a reel ole ding dong row	Q
Say ain't it bonzer makin' up agen	E
Straight wire it's almost worth Ar I'm a cow	E
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To think I'd ever seek to 'arm a 'air	Q
Of 'er dear 'ead agen My oath I swear	Q
No more I'll roust on 'er in angry 'eat	J
But still she never seemed to me so fair	Q
She never wus so tender or so sweet	J
As when she smooged beneath the lamplight there	Q
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She's never been so lovin' wiv 'er gaze	C
So gentle wiv 'er pretty wimmin's ways	C
I tells 'er she's me queen me angel too	J
'Ah no I ain't no angel Kid ' she says	C
'I'm jist a woman an' I loves yeh true	J
An' so I'll love yeh all me mortal days '	-
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She sung a song 'Ere in me barmy style	R
I sets orl tarts for in me hour o' trile	R
Me soul was withered be a woman's frown	E
An' broodin' care come roostin' on me dile	R
She sung a song Me 'eart wiv woe carst down	E
Wus raised to 'Eaven be a woman's smile	R

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

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