joe crowe
And the moon shines bright on Charlie Chaplin
His boots are cracking for t' want of blacking
And his old fusty coat is wanting mending
Until they send him to the Dardanelles
Charlie Chaplin, meek and mild, swiped a sausage from a child
When the child began to cry, Charlie socked him in the eye
Charlie Chaplin had no sense, he bought a fiddle for eighteen pence
And the only tune that he could play was Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay
Charlie Chaplin went to France to teach the ladies how to dance
First your heel and then your toe; lift up your skirts and 'round you go
Charlie, Charlie, chook, chook, chook, went to bed with three white ducks
One died, Charlie cried, Charlie, Charlie, chook, chook, chook
One, two, three, O'leary, I saw my Auntie Sary
Standing in the door, O'leary, kissing Charlie Chaplin
HTH
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joe crowe
Graham H replied:
> CHARLIE CHAPLIN
>
> And the moon shines bright on Charlie Chaplin
> His boots are cracking for t' want of blacking
> And his old fusty coat is wanting mending
> Until they send him to the Dardanelles
>
> Charlie Chaplin, meek and mild, swiped a sausage from a child
> When the child began to cry, Charlie socked him in the eye
>
> Charlie Chaplin had no sense, he bought a fiddle for eighteen pence
> And the only tune that he could play was Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay
>
> Charlie Chaplin went to France to teach the ladies how to dance
> First your heel and then your toe; lift up your skirts and 'round you go
>
> Charlie, Charlie, chook, chook, chook, went to bed with three white
ducks
> One died, Charlie cried, Charlie, Charlie, chook, chook, chook
>
> One, two, three, O'leary, I saw my Auntie Sary
> Standing in the door, O'leary, kissing Charlie Chaplin
Cool! I remember my parents singing what is apparently only the chorus,
a variant of Graham's version:
Oh, the moon shines bright on Charlie Chaplin;
His shoes are flappin', and they need blackin'.
And his old red pajamas needin' patchin'
Where he's been scratchin' mosquito bites.
/Jim Lucas
P.S. Mine is (presumably) an American version. By various indications,
Graham's is not.
Let the moon shine bright on Charlie Chaplin,
His boots are cracking,
For want of blacking,
And his little baggy trousers they need mending,
Before we send him
To the Dardanelles.
Tom
according to this...
http://www.ku.edu/~kansite/WWI-L/1999/12/msg00310.html
those are all the lyrics....
On Fri, 27 Sep 2002 01:22:31 +0100, "selkie" <jgfg...@ghhgh.com>
wrote: