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No. 9 - Song - Jotte and Chorus - "Opposite the ducks."
| Jotte: | Though you find me a bit severe When I am in my shop, I'm a different man out here, So you see, that needn't trouble you. All the bills and frills and frocks I absolutely drop When I get to my little box, In the Regent's Park, N. W. Op-pop-pop-pop-poposite the ducks Is the spot where I unbend, And among my flow'rs after bus'ness hours, I am glad to see a friend, Come there any time you care For I like to have you call, Op-pop-pop-pop-poposite the ducks, And the ducks don't mind at all. |
| Chorus: | Op-pop-pop-pop-poposite the ducks Is the spot where I unbend, And among my flow'rs after bus'ness hours, I am glad to see a friend, Come there any time you care For I like to have you call, Op-pop-pop-pop-poposite the ducks, And the ducks don't mind at all. |
| Jotte: | With a lady of noble birth I'm firm but most polite. I don't let anything on earth On the bus'ness of my firm intrude, But if ever her ladyship Drops in one Sunday night, She prefers me to call her "Pip" Which is short for Lady Ermyntrude. Op-pop-poposite the ducks, We can have a nice high tea, And if G. R. S. bring the mustard and cress He can act as Referee. Cold ham or some Minty Lamb, That'll make a splendid spread. Op-pop-pop-pop-poposite the ducks, When the ducks have gone to bed. |
| Chorus: | Op-pop-poposite the ducks, We can have a nice high tea, And if G. R. S. bring the mustard and cress He can act as Referee. Cold ham or some Minty Lamb, That'll make a splendid spread. Op-pop-pop-pop-poposite the ducks, When the ducks have gone to bed. |
| Jotte: | Little girls that are getting slack I have to pull up short. They're afraid they will get the sack And they cry and say I'm hard on them. If they come in on Saturdays They'll find I'm not that sort. I can wink at their little ways And if they wink back I'll pardon them. Op-pop-poposite the ducks, On a garden seat she sits. I may rest my hand on a sash I planned, Just to find out how it fits. You may wonder what we say, There's a lot what we have said Op-pop-pop-pop-poposite the ducks, But the ducks have gone to bed. |
| Chorus: | Op-pop-poposite the ducks, On a garden seat she sits. I may rest my hand on a sash I planned, Just to find out how it fits. You may wonder what we say, There's a lot what we have said Op-pop-pop-pop-poposite the ducks, But the ducks have gone to bed. |
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Page modified 9 October 2016