Ta-ra-ra boom-de-ay! 1891

James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 12 Dec 2004

A smart and stylish girl you see,
Belle of good society;
Not too strict, but rather free,
Yet as right as right can be!
Never forward, never bold
Not too hot and not too cold,
But the very thing, I'm told,
That in your arms you'd like to hold!

Tarara Boomdeay!
Tarara Boomdeay!
Tarara Boomdeay!
Tarara Boomdeay,
Tarara Boomdeay,
Tarara Boomdeay,
Tarara Boomdeay,
Tarara Boomdeay!

I'm not extravagantly shy,
And when a nice young man is nigh,
For his heart I have a try
And faint away with tearful cry!
When the good young man, in haste,
Will support me round the waist;
I don't come to, while thus embraced,
Till of my lips he steals a taste!

Tarara Boomdeay!
Tarara Boomdeay!
Tarara Boomdeay!
Tarara Boomdeay,
Tarara Boomdeay,
Tarara Boomdeay,
Tarara Boomdeay,
Tarara Boomdeay!

I'm a timid flow'r of innocence,
Pa says that I have no sense
I'm one eternal big expense;
But men say that I'm just immense!
Ere my verses I conclude,
I'd like it known and understood,
Tho' free as air, I'm never rude
I'm not too bad and not too good!

Tarara Boomdeay!
Tarara Boomdeay!
Tarara Boomdeay!
Tarara Boomdeay,
Tarara Boomdeay,
Tarara Boomdeay,
Tarara Boomdeay,
Tarara Boomdeay!

You should see me out with Pa,
Prim, and most particular;
The young men say, "Ah, there you are!"
And Pa says, "That's peculiar!"
"It's like their cheek!" I say, and so
Off again with Pa I go
He's quite satisfied although,
When his back's turned well, you know

Tarara Boomdeay!
Tarara Boomdeay!
Tarara Boomdeay!
Tarara Boomdeay,
Tarara Boomdeay,
Tarara Boomdeay,
Tarara Boomdeay,
Tarara Boomdeay!

When with swells I'm out to dine,
All my hunger I resign;
Tast the food, and sip the wine
No such daintiness as mine!
But when I am all alone,
For shortcomings I atone!
No old frumps to stare like stone
Chops and chicken on my own!

Tarara Boomdeay!
Tarara Boomdeay!
Tarara Boomdeay!
Tarara Boomdeay,
Tarara Boomdeay,
Tarara Boomdeay,
Tarara Boomdeay,
Tarara Boomdeay!

Sometimes Pa, says, with a frown,
"Soon, you'll have to settle down
Have to wear your wedding gown
Be the strictest wife in town!"
Well, it must come byandby
When wed, to keep quiet I'll try;
But till then I shall not sigh,
I shall still go in for my

Tarara Boomdeay!
Tarara Boomdeay!
Tarara Boomdeay!
Tarara Boomdeay,
Tarara Boomdeay,
Tarara Boomdeay,
Tarara Boomdeay,
Tarara Boomdeay!

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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Ta-ra-ra boom-de-ay!  1891
Music by Angelo A. Asher.
Lyricis by Richard Morton
© 1891
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sequence and karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Sunday 12 December 2004 at 20.01
in association with Doug Grierson
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Quite a lot of debate as to who wrote the words, some say
it's Richard Morton and others say Henry J. Sayers
but it was Sung by Miss Lottie Collins in  "Miss Helyett"
I still have not found the publisher though.
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