I'll Sing Thee Songs of Harrogate

I'll Sing Thee Songs Of Harrogate

(To be sung to the Air of "I'll Sing Thee Songs of Araby ")

  I'll sing thee songs of Harrogate,
And tales of their Cashiers,
Once through the Station's narrow gate
Your money soon disappears
For dreams of delight upon thee break,
And vain though reason cries,
You find you're far from wide–a–wake,
There's plunder in their eyes.
The folks there simply take the cake,
There's plunder in their eyes.

In their Hotels where comfort dwells,
Your assets will quickly shrink,
And, as the diver dives for pearls,
You dive in your pockets for "chink."
For rest and a change you visit there,
But all your hopes go West,
The "change" you leave in the Hotel's care,
The waiters get all the "rest."
The "change" you leave in the Hotel's care,
The waiters get all the "rest."

They take you for a "Pie,"
They " touch you, then they clear.