Title: Heaven Will Protect an Honest Girl
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Heaven Will Protect an Honest Girl 
Heaven Will Protect an Honest Girl 
(R.P. Weston, Bert Lee, Harris Weston) 
On the day I left the village, my dear Mother whispered, "Nell Take this piece of bread and dripping and your fare, And remember when in London, though you're just a servant gel You're a blonde, the sort that gentlemen ensnare. With your youth and fatal beauty, when you get to Waterloo There'll be crowds of dukes and millionaires all waiting there for you
 Heaven will protect an honest gel, An an-gi-el will guard you, little Nell. When these rich men tempt you, Nelly, With their spark-el-ling Moselly, Say "Nay! nay!" and do be very care-fu-el! And if some old bloated blase roue swell Says 'I'll kiss you, we're alone in this hotel;' Breathe a prayer he shall not do it And then biff him with the cruet, Then Heaven will protect an honest gel!" 
When I got to wicked London in my little clogs and shawl, And my but of bread and dripping in my hand, I went up to that big Lifeguard on his horse outside Whitehall And I asked him to direct me to the Strand. But he didn't even answer; he just sat there with his sword In a helment that had whiskers on, so I said,"Thank the Lord---for:
 Heaven will protect an honest gel," And I reached Picadilly safe and well There I saw a red light glowing But across I started going When a P'liceman pulled me back I nearly fell. "You're a silly little fool," he starts to yell "Don't you know what that red light means?" I said, "Well, Red's for danger, if you please, sir, But don't switch it on for me, sir, 'Cause Heaven will protect an honest gel!" 
Optional second verse chorus (or first chorus of third verse if three verses are used): 
Heaven will protect an honest gel, That night I got a job at some hotel, But the chef was most improper For he sat me on the copper And said "Kiss me or I'll boil you, little Nell." But I slapped him on the face---and in I fell, And I came up for the third time with a yell, "In the soup I'm going to simmer, But I'll come out clean and slimmer, For Heaven will protect an honest gel!" 
I wandered round Li-cester Square from six o'clock till nine But no millionaire came tempting me to stray, "If he does", I thought, "I'll let him take me to the Ritz to dine Then I'll gollop up his tripe and run away." Eeh by gum! I did feel hungry! Eeh! I hadn't had a bite Since my bit of bread and dripping, and I knew that Ma was right---For:
 Heaven will protect an honest gel. Next day I pawned my shawl in Camberwell, Then my skirt and blouse, I sold 'em And went tramping back to Oldham; When a fortnight passed, then I rang at the bell. "Eeh, but Mother dear," I said, "it's little Nell, I have lost my sole---my uppers too, as well--And I've walked home in my undies. But I'll tell my Class on Sundays That Heaven will protect an honest gel!" 
Copyright 1933, Francis, Day and Hunter SUng by Gracie Fields