American Old Time Song Lyrics: 39 The Costers Serenade

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 39

Home Songster main V01 V02 V03 V04 V05 V06 V07 V08 V09 V10 V11 V12 V13 V14 V15 V16 V17 V18 V19 V20 V21 V22 V23 V24 V25 V26 V27 V28 V29 V30 V31 V32 V33 V34 V35 V36 V37 V38 V39 V40 V41 V42 V43 V44 V45 V46 V47 V48 V49 V50 V51 V52 V53 V54 V55 V56 V57 V58 V59 V60 V61 Support Search

Share page  Visit Us On FB

Words by Albert Chevalier. Music by John Crook.

You ain't forgotten yet that night in May,
Down at the Welsh 'Arp, which is' Endon way?
You fancied winkles and a pot of tea,
"Four 'alf," I murmured, "'s good enough for me."
"Give me a word of 'ope that I may win"-
You prods me gently with the winkle pin-
We was as 'appy as could be that day,
Down at the Welsh 'Arp, which is 'Endon way.
Oh, 'Arriet, I'm waiting, waiting for you, my dear;
Oh, 'Arriet, I'm wailing, wailing alone out here.
When that moon shall cease to shine
False will be this 'eart of mine;
I'm bound to go on lovin' yer, my dear.
Spoken-D'ye 'ear?

You ain't forgotten 'ow we drove that day
Down to the Welsh 'Arp, in my donkey shay;
Folks with a "chyike" shouted, "Ain't they smart?"
You looked a queen, me every inch a hart.
Seemed that the moke was saying, "Do me proud,"
Mine is the nobbiest turn-out in the crowd;
Me in my "pearlies "felt a toff that day,
Down at the Welsh 'Arp, which is 'Endon way.
Oh, 'Arriet, I'm waiting, etc.

Eight months ago and things is still the same,
You're known about 'ere by your maiden name;
I'm getting chivied by my pals, 'cos' why?
Nightly I warbles 'ere for your reply.
Slimmer 'as gone, and it's a-freezin' now.
Still love's a-burnin' in my 'eart, I vow,
Just as it did that 'appy night in May
Down at the Welsh 'Arp, which is 'Endon way.
Oh, 'Arriet, I'm waiting, etc.
Download music lyrics PDF file For Printing with (no ads)
Download music lyrics in RTF file For editing / printing with Word and other editing software.
Download music lyrics as PNG Graphic file For inclusion in DTP etc.