No. 8 - Song - Charlie

Lyrics by Paul A. Rubens

[Charlie:] I've got a mother, a perfect dear,
I love her more and more ev'ry year,
Since she chivvied me as a lad,
She's been the very best friend I had.
I love mother,
Mother loves me,
I've known my mother all my life, you see;
She's the only one that ever
Thought me handsome, brave and clever,
So no wonder I love my mother.

Ma is a widow and they say,
She is to marry again some day;
But she's getting so stout I fear,
If you want to kiss her you can't get near.
I love mother,
Mother loves me,
But mother weighs eighteen stone or more, you see;
Tho' she flirts with Tom and Harry,
I'm afraid she'll never marry,
For no one can "get round" mother.

When I'd a fight and they blacked my eye,
Poor old mother, how she used to cry!
"Be more like your dad," she said,
"Never give in till you're nearly dead."
I love mother,
Mother loves me,
I've known my mother all my life, you see;
Now they never catch me napping,
If it comes to honest scrapping,
I've learnt all father's tricks from mother.