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No. 27 - Extra Song - Meebles - "When the heart is young."
| Meebles: | The years roll back, once more I seem to be A rosy-cheek'd and pudding-faced young urchin, My pockets full of marbles and of tops. My boyish mouth bulged out with lollipops Tho' now and then I well deserved a birchin'. Still, those were happy, happy days, Ah me! |
| In the happy days of youth, Life is like a fairy tale; Ev'ry shilling is a fiver, Ev'ry tiddler is a whale. Then from sorrow you are free, As for care, you simply scorn it, Ev'ry wasp you think a bee, Till you sit upon a hornet. Fal, lal, lal, lal, la! Fal, lal, lal, lal, lal, lal, lay! When the heart is young, All your geese are swans, You don't care a hang for anyone, A tupp'ny smoke's an eighteen-penny one. Like a playful goat Thro' the world one skips; When the heart is young, fal, lal, la! When the heart is young, Apples have no cores, And oranges no pips! |
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| In the happy days of youth When you're nimble and alert, Ev'ry worm's a boa constrictor, Ev'ry dickey is a shirt. Then you chortle and rejoice, With imagination airy, Ev'ry Ford's a Rollsey Royce, Ev'ry barmaid is a fairy. Fal, lal, lal, lal, la! Fal, lal, lal, lal, lal, lal, lay! When the heart is young, Oysters have no beards, Roses haven't any thorns on 'em, And toeses haven't any corns on 'em. Deeply you can drink Out of Pleasure's cup. When the heart is young, fal, lal, la! When the heart is young, Socks are always down, But thumbs are always up. |
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Page modified 7 October 2016