Bevat And her golden hair was hanging down her back Are we to part like this? Another little drink (wouldn't do us any harm) 'Arry 'Arry 'Arry A bird in a gilded cage Any old iron? Captain Ginjah, O.T. Ask a p'liceman (Ask a policeman) At Trinity church The boy I love is up in the gallery Champagne Charlie Burlington Bertie from Bow By the side of the Zuyder Zee Call round any old time Darling Mabel (The love letter) Don't dilly dally on the way (My old man) Don't have any more Missus Moore The end of my old cigar Fall in and follow me From Marble Arch to Leicester Square The future Mrs. 'Awkins Following in father's footsteps Gilbert the Filbert The galloping major Ginger, you're barmy Goodbye Dolly Gray He'd have to get under, get out and get under Hello, hello, who's your lady friend? The honeysuckle and the bee I don't want to play in your yard Here we are, here we are, here we are again I do like to be beside the seaside If I should plant a tiny seed of love If those lips could only speak I live in Trafalgar Square I'm twenty-one to-day If it wasn't for the 'ouses in between I'm Henery the Eighth, I am In the twi-twi-twilight I want to sing in opera I'm shy Mary Ellen, I'm shy It's a great big shame I used to sigh for the silvery moon It's all right in the summer-time (The artist's model) It's a bit of a ruin that Cromwell knocked about a bit I was a good little girl till I met you I wouldn't leave my little wooden hut for you Jolly good luck to the girl who loves a soldier Just like the ivy I'll cling to you Lilly of Laguna Little Annie Rooney Let me call you sweetheart Let the rest of the world go by A little of what you fancy Let the great big world keep turning Little yellow bird Little Dolly Daydream (Pride of Idaho) The man on the flying trapeze The man who broke the bank at Monte Carlo The miner's dream of home My girl's a Yorkshire girl My fiddle is my sweetheart My old Dutch The night I appeared as Macbeth Now I have to call him father The old brigade Nobody loves a fairy when she's forty Oh oh Antonio Popsy Wopsy Oh I must go home tonight Oh Mr. Porter Poor John Row, row, row The rest of the day's your own Riding on top of the car She's a Lassie from Lancashire She was one of the early birds Stop yer tickling, jock Sea weed She cost me seven-and-sixpence (seven and sixpence) She sells sea-shells Ship ahoy (All the nice girls love a sailor) Sons of the sea Sister Susie's sewing shirts There's a long, long trail Two little girls in blue Where did you get that hat? With her head tucked underneath her arm Who were you with last night? There they are - the two of 'em - on their own Waiting at the church When there isn't a girl about When I leave the world behind Why did I leave my little back room? When the summer comes again ('Three pots a shilling') Why am I always the bridesmaid? When I take my morning promenade When father papered the parlour What I want is a proper cup o' coffee Wot cher (Knocked 'em in the old Kent Road)

Annotatie Cop., London : EMI, 1988

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