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No. 24 - Song - Lally and Chorus - "Grandmamma."
Lyrics by Adrian Ross
| Lally: | When Grandmamma was young, Such modesty possessed her, She used to hold her tongue Till somebody addressed her! When out she had to go She did not stop to chatter, And looked down low So of course she didn't know That the men were peeping at her! Oh, she was just as good as gold, So I've been told! Grandmamma when about eighteen Wore big sleeves and a crinoline! She said "Sir" to her dear Papa-- Oh, what a goody-goody Grandmamma! When she met with a handsome man, She would blush and put up her fan, Then she sighed very softly, "Ah!" Wasn't she a good young Grandmamma! |
| Chorus: | Grandmamma when about eighteen Wore big sleeves and a crinoline! She said "Sir" to her dear Papa-- Oh, what a goody-goody Grandmamma! When she met with a handsome man, She would blush and put up her fan, Then she sighed very softly, "Ah!" Wasn't she a good young Grandmamma! |
| Lally: | Now Grandmamma was sweet, And so her lovers told her; They knelt before her feet, And some were even bolder! They called her a coquette, And said that she was cruel; And when they met In a passion they would get And agree to fight a duel! Such meetings passed without remark In old Hyde Park! Grandmamma, when a man got hit, Used to cry for a little bit; Then perhaps she would laugh "Ha ha!" Oh, what a giddy, giddy Grandmamma! Whom she liked she would not confess, Never said either "No" or "Yes." "Wait a week and I'll ask Papa--" Wasn't she a flirt, my Grandmamma! |
| Chorus: | Grandmamma, when a man got hit, Used to cry for a little bit; Then perhaps she would laugh "Ha ha!" Oh, what a giddy, giddy Grandmamma! Whom she liked she would not confess, Never said either "No" or "Yes." "Wait a week and I'll ask Papa--" Wasn't she a flirt, my Grandmamma! |
| Lally: | But Grandmamma was told By her respected father To wed a Marquis old And dissipated rather. Now she had met with one Much gayer, nicer, brisker, A younger son who was very full of fun, With a lovely auburn whisker! And so the girl at midnight dim eloped with him! Grandmamma, who was just eighteen, Fled and wed up at Gretna Green, When 'twas done she remarked "Hurrah!" Oh, what a naughty, naughty Grandmamma! All her girls were such pretty pets, Wearing neat little pantalettes, All just like their adored Papa, So he was assured by Grandmamma! |
| Chorus: | Grandmamma, who was just eighteen, Fled and wed up at Gretna Green, When 'twas done she remarked "Hurrah!" Oh, what a naughty, naughty Grandmamma! All her girls were such pretty pets, Wearing neat little pantalettes, All just like their adored Papa, So he was assured by Grandmamma! |
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Page modified 2 February 2017