Oh Mr Porter 1893 Marie Lloyd

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 19 August 2012
2012

Lately I just spent a week
With my old Aunt Brown,
Came up to see the wond'rous sights
Of famous London Town.
Just a week I had of it,
All round the place we'd roam,
Wasn't I sorry on the day
I had to go back home?
Worried about with packing,
I arrived late at the station,
Dropped my hatbox in the mud,
The things all fell about,
Got my ticket, said 'goodbye',
"Right away!" the guard did cry,
But I found the train was wrong,
And shouted out...

Oh! Mister Porter, what shall I do?
I want to go to Birmingham
And they're taking me on to Crewe.
Send me back to London
As quickly as you can
Oh! Mister Porter,
what a silly girl I am.

Oh! Mister Porter, what shall I do?
I want to go to Birmingham
And they're taking me on to Crewe.
Send me back to London
As quickly as you can
Oh! Mister Porter,
what a silly girl I am.

The porter would not stop the train,
But laughed and said "You must
Keep your hair on, Mary Ann,
and mind that you don't bust!"
Some old gentleman inside
declared that it was hard,
Said, "Look out of the window, Miss,
And try and call the guard."
Didn't I, too, with all my might,
I nearly balanced over,
But my old friend grasped my leg,
And pulled me back again,
Nearly fainting with the fright,
I sank into his arms, a sight,
Went into hysterics
but I cried in vain:

Oh! Mister Porter, what shall I do?
I want to go to Birmingham
And they're taking me on to Crewe.
Send me back to London
As quickly as you can
Oh! Mister Porter,
what a silly girl I am.

Oh! Mister Porter, what shall I do?
I want to go to Birmingham
And they're taking me on to Crewe.
Send me back to London
As quickly as you can
Oh! Mister Porter,
what a silly girl I am.

On his clean old shirt front then
I laid my trembling head.
"Do take it easy, rest awhile,"
The dear old chappie said.
"If you make a fuss of me
And on me do not frown,
You shall have my mansion, dear,
Away in London Town."
Wouldn't you think me silly
If I said I could not like him?
Really he seemed a nice old boy,
So I replied this way:
I will be your own for life
Your imay doodleum little wife,
If you'll never tease me any more I say:

Oh! Mister Porter, what shall I do?
I want to go to Birmingham
And they're taking me on to Crewe.
Send me back to London
As quickly as you can
Oh! Mister Porter,
what a silly girl I am.

Oh! Mister Porter, what shall I do?
I want to go to Birmingham
And they're taking me on to Crewe.
Send me back to London
As quickly as you can
Oh! Mister Porter,
what a silly girl I am.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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Oh Mr Porter 1893 Marie Lloyd
written by Thomas Le Brunn
composed by George Le Brunn
© 1893
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Sunday 19 August 2012 at 17.50
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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score courtesy of the Late Doug Grierson
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