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The Harrogate Girls I Met

 

I visited Harrogate Town,
A single young man, with some money,
The place I thought prime,
And I had a good time,
My adventures were varied and funny,
The girls that I met – deary me!
Were the kind you would much like to get with,
I tell you I did have a spree,
I'll describe some young ladies I met with.

The girl whom I courted, named Katie,
Was nice, and undoubtedly matey,
But she weighed twenty stone,
Every bit was her own,
And I found her a little too weighty. 

When at Starbeck I met with, Louisa,
Descended from Julius Caesar,
In a bunker she got,
And her language, great Scot!
Well, the caddie said, " Ain't she a teaser."

The girl I canoodled named Em'ly
She made me go goosey and trembley,
I couldn't think why,
Then remembered that I
Met her once, with her husband, at Wembley.

I met a young lady named Rhoda
And the Harrogate beauties I showed her,
I said, "Have a drink?"
She said, " What do you think ? "
She had three double whiskies with soda.

I took out a lady named Helen,
It's gospel the truth I am tellin',
We lunched at the Stray,
When I left her, that day,
She was swellin' and swellin' and swellin'.

'Twas at Harlow I got to know Maggie,
She was rather nice looking but scraggy,
She was riding astride,
But her coat was too wide,
And her "thingummybobs" were – too baggy.

The girl that I met with named Ada –
In love was a little free trader,
She said "Kiss me, Mike,
Just as much as you like."
To avoid any row I obeyed her.

She had come for the waters had Hilda,
Her papa was a well–to–do builder.
I said "Try the lot
Now the chance you have got."
She did; and they very near killed her.

She was awfully nice looking, Lizzie,
When she smiled, well she made me go dizzy,
One night, at full moon,
We sat down for a spoon,
My word! we were awfully busy.

I proposed to the best one, named Florrie,
I met her one night at a soiree,
But her husband, the brute,
Had a foot in his boot
And I felt it–my word, I was sorry.

In Harrogate some time I tarried,
By the train back to Town I was carried,
When the place I next struck,
I, of course, had no luck,
I was helplessly, hopelessly, married.

 

 

 
 
 

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