WE ALL LENT A HAND.
Copyright, 1893, by Francis, Day & Hunter.
Words by George Horncastle. Music by Felix McGlennon.
Once I was out with a few old pals, and we were nearly broke,
And for a nice little tiddly wink we all felt fit to choke:
Up came an old man and said to us: "My strength begins to fail,
Oh, won't you step inside and help to tap a cask of ale?"
And we all lent a hand, all lent a hand,
Our efforts, you can bet, were not in vain;
We all did a snare, yes, and ev'ry fellow there
Would like to have the job to do again.
And as we just got inside a bank a swell came rushing out.
He dropped a big bag of gold and all the sov'reigns rolled about;
He looked the picture of dark despair, it seemed to turn his brain,
He said: "Oh, won't you kindly help to pick it up again?"-Chorus.
We took a ramble through the fields one evening calm and cool,
An I as we reached a great awkward stile we met a ladies' school;
And one by one came the ladies fair and gave us such a smile.
The teacher said: "Oh, won't you help the ladies o'er the stile?" - Chorus.