It's the Syme the 'Ole World Over



cho: It's the syme the 'ole world over

It's the poor wot gets the blyme;

While the rich 'as all the pleasures,

Now ain't that a bleedin' shyme!



She was just a farmer's daughter

Pure, unsullied was 'er nyme

When a country squire came courting

And the poor girl lorst 'er nyme!



So she went to live in Lunnon

Sinkin' deeper in 'er shyme

There she met another squire,

Once again she lorst 'er nyme.



See 'im with 'is 'orse and carriage

Drinkin' champagne in 'is club!

While the wictim of 'is passions

Drinks 'er Guinness in a pub.



See 'er all alone and friendless

Walkin' streets at night in shyme

When she met a Labor leader

And again she lorst 'er nyme.



See 'im in the 'ouse of Commons

Mykin' laws to put down crime

While the woman 'e 'as ruined

'Angs 'er 'ead in wicked shyme.



See 'er in 'er 'orse and carriage

Dribin' d'ily through the park

Though she's mide a wealthy marriage,

Still she 'ides a breaking 'eart.



In a cottage down in Blighty

There 'er aged parents live,

Drinking champagne that she sends them,

But they never can forgive.



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