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Ar wimmin Wot a blinded fool I've been	A
I arsts meself wot else could I ixpeck	B
I done me block complete on this Doreen	C
An' now me 'eart is broke me life's a wreck	B
The dreams I dreamed the dilly thorts I thunk	B
Is up the pole an' joy 'as done a bunk	B
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Wimmin O strike I orter known the game	D
Their tricks is crook their arts is all dead snide	E
The 'ole world over tarts is all the same	D
All soft an' smilin' wiv no 'eart inside	E
But she fair doped me wiv 'er winnin' ways	F
Then crooled me pitch fer all me mortal days	F
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They're all the same A man 'as got to be	G
Stric' master if 'e wants to snare 'em sure	H
'E 'as to take a stand an' let 'em see	G
That triflin' is a thing'e won't indure	H
'E wants to show 'em that 'e 'olds command	I
So they will smooge an' feed out of 'is 'and	I
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'E needs to make 'em feel 'e is the boss	J
An' kid 'e's careless uv the joys they give	K
'E 'as to make 'em think 'e'll feel no loss	L
To part wiv any tart 'e's trackin' wiv	K
That all their pretty ways is crook pretence	L
Is plain to any bloke wiv common sense	L
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But when the birds is nestin' in the spring	B
An' when the soft green leaves is in the bud	I
'E drops 'is bundle to some fluffy thing	B
'E pays 'er 'omage an' 'is name is Mud	I
She plays wiv'im an' kids 'im on a treat	I
Until she 'as 'im crawlin' at 'er feet	I
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An' then when 'e's fair orf 'is top wiv love	K
When she 'as got 'im good an' 'ad 'er fun	M
She slings 'im over like a carst orf glove	K
To let the other tarts see wot she's done	M
All vanity deceit an' 'eartless kid	I
I orter known an' spare me days I did	I
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I knoo But when I looked into 'er eyes	L
Them shinin' eyes o' blue all soft wiv love	K
Wiv MIMIC love they seemed to 'ipnertize	L
I wus content to place 'er 'igh above	K
I wus content to make of 'er a queen	C
An' so she seemed them days O 'struth Doreen	C
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I knoo But when I stroked 'er glossy 'air	H
Wiv rev'rint 'ands 'er cheek pressed close to mine	N
Me lonely life seemed robbed of all its care	H
I dreams me dreams an' 'ope begun to shine	N
An' when she 'eld 'er lips fer me to kiss	L
Ar wot's the use I'm done wiv all o' this	L
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Wimmin Oh I ain't jealous Spare me days	L
Me Jealous uv a knock kneed coot like that	I
'Im Wiv 'is cute stror 'at an' pretty ways	L
I'd be a mug to squeal or whip the cat	I
I'm glad I am glad 'cos I know I'm free	H
There ain't no call to tork o' jealousy	H
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I tells meself I'm well out o' the game	D
Fer look I mighter married 'er an' then	O
Ar strike 'Er voice wus music when my name	D
Wus on 'er lips on them glad ev'nin's when	O
We useter meet An' then to think she'd go	B
No I ain't jealous but Ar I dunno	B
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I took a derry on this stror 'at coot	I
First time I seen 'im dodgin' round Doreen	C
'Im wiv 'is giddy tie an' Yankee soot	I
Ferever yappin' like a tork machine	C
About 'The Hoffis' where 'e 'ad a grip	P
The way 'e smiled at 'er give me the pip	P
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She sez I stoushed 'im when I promised fair	H
To chuck it even to a friendly spar	H
Stoushed 'im I never roughed 'is pretty 'air	H
I only spanked 'im gentle fer 'is mar	H
If I'd 'a' jabbed 'im once there would 'a' been	A
An inquest an' I sez so to Doreen	C
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I mighter took an' cracked 'im in the street	I
When she was wiv 'im there lars' Fridee night	I
But don't I keep me temper when we met	I
An' don't I raise me lid an' act perlite	I
I only jerks me elbow in 'is ribs	L
To give the gentle office to 'is nibs	L
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Stoushed 'im I owns I met 'im on the quiet	I
An' worded 'im about a small affair	H
An' when 'e won't put up 'is 'ands to fight	I
'E sez 'Fer public brawls 'e didn't care'	H
I lays 'im 'cross me knee the mother's joy	Q
An' smacks 'im 'earty like a naughty boy	Q
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An' now Doreen she sez I've broke me vow	K
An' mags about this coot's pore 'wounded pride '	-
An' then o' course we 'as a ding dong row	H
Wiv 'ot an' stormy words on either side	I
She sez I done it outer jealousy	H
An' so we parts fer ever 'er an' me	H
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Me jealous Jealous of that cross eyed cow	K
I set 'im 'cos I couldn't sight 'is face	L
'Is yappin' fair got on me nerves some'ow	H
I couldn't stand 'im 'angin' round 'er place	L
A coot like that But it don't matter much	R
She's welkim to 'im if she fancies such	R
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I swear I'll never track wiv 'er no more	H
I'll never look on 'er side o' the street	I
Unless she comes an' begs me pardin for	H
Them things she said to me in angry 'eat	I
She can't ixpeck fer me to smooge an' crawl	S
I ain't at ANY woman's beck an' call	S
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Wimmin I've took a tumble to their game	D
I've got the 'ole bang tribe o' cliners set	I
The 'ole world over they are all the same	D
Crook to the core the bunch of 'em an' yet	I
We could 'a' been that 'appy 'er an' me	H
But wot's it matter Ain't I glad I'm free	H
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A bloke wiv commin sense 'as got to own	T
There's little 'appiness in married life	K
The smoogin' game is better left alone	T
Fer tarts is few that makes the ideel wife	K
An' them's the sort that loves wivout disguise	L
An' thinks the sun shines in their 'usban's' eyes	L
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But when the birds is matin' in the spring	B
An' when the tender leaves begin to bud	I
A feelin' comes a dilly sorter thing	B
That seems to sorter swamp 'im like a flood	I
An' when the fever 'ere inside 'im burns	L
Then freedom ain't the thing fer wot 'e yearns	L
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But I 'ave chucked it all An' yet I own	T
I dreams me dreams when soft Spring breezes stirs	L
An' often when I'm moonin' 'ere alone	T
A lispin' maid wiv 'air an' eyes like 'ers	L
'Oo calls me 'dad ' she climbs upon me knee	H
An' yaps 'er pretty baby tork to me	H
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I sorter see a little 'ouse it seems	L
Wiv someone waitin' for me at the gate	I
Ar where's the sense in dreamin' barmy dreams	L
I've dreamed before and nearly woke too late	I
Sich 'appiness could never last fer long	B
We're strangers 'less she owns that she was wrong	B
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To call 'er back I'll never lift a 'and	I
She'll never 'ear frum me by word or sign	N
Per'aps some day she'll come to understand	I
The mess she's made o' this 'ere life o' mine	N
Oh I ain't much to look at I admit	I
But'im The knock kneed swivel eyed misfit	I

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

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