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A classic McTell song, capturing
the olde worlde beachfront pier entertainment sound and the naiveté regarding
war.
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No MP3 extract
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Jimmy and Val |
All off to Brighton in a charabanc
Albert played the banjo and how we sang
The beer was expensive but the laughter was free
Oh how we do all love to be beside the sea
Albert had a cousin name of Marjorie
And I'd begun to notice she'd begun to notice me
I quickly decided if she didn't mind
I would spend the day in her gay company
We shared a plate of whelks, strolling
side by side
I said she weren't too old to take a donkey ride
And I didn't mind when she laughed and said 'No'
So we stopped for a while and listened to the minstrel show
There was a notice at the Palace Pier
It said there was to be a dance that night an' it wasn't dear
I explained of course that I could only waltz
So we waltzed to every tune and air
Nine o'clock came round we had to take
the charabanc
Albert was to drunk to play the banjo but still we sang
All except Marjorie, I could see at a glance
Because me and Albert was leaving for France
I told her we'd be home in a
week or two
Me an' Albert and Lord Kitchener we'd teach the Hun a thing or two
I'm sure to return, after me do not yearn
And we'll waltz together all our lives through
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