think of poor Albert, Hes been in the army four years, he wants a good time, And if you dont give it him,
theres others will, I said. Oh is there, she said. Something o that, I said. Then Ill know who to thank,
she said, and give me a straight look. Hurry Up Please Its Time If you dont like it you can get on with it,
I said. Others can pick and choose if you cant. But if Albert makes off, it wont be for lack of telling. You
ought to be ashamed, I said, to look so antique. (And her only thirty-one.) I cant help it, she said, pulling
a long face, Its them pills I took, to bring it off, she said. (Shes had five already, and nearly died of young
George.) The chemist said it would be alright, but Ive never been the same. You are a proper fool, I
said. Well, if Albert wont leave you alone, there it is, I said, What you get married for if you dont want
children? Hurry Up Please Its Time Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon, And
they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot Hurry Up Please Its Time Hurry Up Please Its
Time Goonight Bill. Goonight Lou. Goonight May. Goonight. Ta ta. Goonight. Goonight. Good night, ladies,
good night, sweet ladies, good night, good night.
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