Oh, mister porter, what shall I do I wanted to go to Birmingham, but they've carried me on to Crewe.
Oh, mister porter, what shall I do I wanted to go to Birmingham, but they've carried me on to Crewe.
My old man said, Follow the van, Don't dilly-dally on the way'But I dillied and dallied, dallied and dillied, Lost the van and don't know where to roam.
A little of what you fancy does you good.
I'm one of the ruins that Cromwell knocked about a bit.
You can't trust the 'specials' like the old time 'coppers' When you can't find your way home.
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