LET HIM GO LET HIM TARRY

LET HIM GO, LET HIM TARRY
(Traditional Irish)
Gracie Fields - 1942


CHORUS:
Let him go, let him tarry, let him sink or let him swim
He doesn't care for me and I don't care for him
He can go and get another that I hope he will enjoy
For I'm going to marry a far nicer boy

Fare well to cold winter, summers come at last.
Nothing have I gained but my true love I have lost.
I'll sing and I'll be happy like the birds up in the trees.
Since he deceived me I care no more for he.

CHORUS

He wrote to me a letter saying he was very bad
I sent him back an answer saying I was awful glad
He wrote to me another saying he was well and strong
But I care no more about him than the ground he walks upon.

CHORUS

Some of his friends had a good kind wish for me,
Others of his friends, they could hang me from a tree
But soon I'll let them see my love, and soon I'll let them know
That I can get a new sweetheart on any ground I go.

CHORUS

He can go to his old mother now and set her mind at ease
For she's a mean old woman and very hard to please
It's slighting me and talking ill is what she's always done
Because I was courting her great big ugly son.

CHORUS x 2

I'M GOING TO GET LIT-UP WHEN THE LIGHTS GO ON IN LONDON

I'M GOING TO GET LIT-UP WHEN THE LIGHTS GO ON IN LONDON

Music and Lyric by Hubert Gregg (1943)

1. I'm going to get lit-up when the lights go up in London
I'm going to get lit up as I've never been before....
You will find me on the tiles
You will find me wreathed in smiles
I'm going to get so lit up I'll  be visible for miles
The city will sit up when the lights go up in London
We'll all be lit up as the Strand was, only more, much more,
And before the party's played out
They will fetch the Fire Brigade out
To the lit-est up-est scene you ever saw


2 .I'm going to get pickled when they light up Piccadilly
I'm going to get pickled as I've never been before....
From the fountains wine will flow
On the rolling crowds below
While I'm on top of Eros shooting arrows from his bow
The people will perk up when they light up Piccadilly
The whole ec-stat-ic pop-u-la-tion will be canned, canned, canned,
Thro' our Gins and An-go-stu-ras
We'll see little pale pink Fuehrers
Hi-de-Heiling from the Circus to the Strand

3. A regular flare-up when they light Trafalgar Square up,
A regular sight to open Nelson's other eye
Through the day and through the night
Signal beacons they will light
"England this day expects the nation to be tight."
They'll have to stop traffic when they light Trafalgar Square up
And down the rocky road to Westminster we will reel, reel, reel,
What a shindy we will kick up
Old Big Ben will chime a hic-cup
To ep-it-o-mise the sentiments we feel.

4. I'm going to get unsedately so serenely stinking
I'm going to get stinking as I've never been before....
When the dogs have had their day
And the fight has had its fray
We'll all be swapping battle dress for bottle dress that day.
I'm going to get positively permanently pie-eyed,
The day we finally exterminate the Hun, Hun. Hun,
There'll be joy and there'll be laughter
And there'll be no Morning After
For we'll all be drunk for muns and muns and muns!

Open the Windows and See all the Clowns

Open the window, see all the clowns
laughing and dancing, prancing around
Mama, there must be a circus in town
open the window, see all the clowns.

Open the window and see all the clowns
down the street singing, they come with a bound
Mama, there must be a circus in town
open the window, see all the clowns.

Oh, the big balloons
all the dappled plumes
the old calliope sings to me
'come out of your lonely room'.

Open the window, see all the clowns
laughing and dancing and prancing around.

I run to the window to see
the clowns are all laughing with me
how happy we all were till love came to town
open the window, see all the clowns.


Rod McKuen

The Whitehall Warrior


Words and music by Phil Park

Performed by Cyril Ritchard in the 1940 revue UP AND DOING at the Savile theatre, London 

(Spoken) All right bring the car 'round to Whitehall at 5 o'clock

(Chortles)

A stroll is grand along the Strand
Whenever the air is warm.
The rank and file salute the style
And cut of me uniform.
I often get an eyeful
Of a Tommy with a rifle
And a heavy tin hat
And not only that
A Haversack on his back;
But I am not inclined
For that kind of caper.
I'm doing my bit
Without any kit
Except a pencil and paper.
Ready to diagnose the stuff to give the troops.
I'm one of the Whitehall warriors!
I look so immensely picturesque
Behind an expensive walnut desk
I'm one of the Whitehall warriors!
I'm fighting the Hun
Without any gun;
This boy's allergic to noise.
I'm one of the Whitehall warriors!
I'm one of the Red Tape Brigade.
At a stroke of the pen
I set thousands of men
Making bicycle clips for the troops.
I supply every button
And shoulder of mutton
And sample the various soups.
I'm one of the Whitehall warriors!
I've answered the call, Whitehall!
I start at ten and leave off again
For me lunch at twenty-five to one;
I'm back at three, at four cup of tea.
And five the busy day is done.
I stroll around St. James Park
Two dry martinis at the Berkeley,
Then back to the club
For some excellent grub.
Isn't war an awful lot of fun?
I'm one of the Whitehall warriors!
The whole of the tripe that I dictate
Has got to be typed in triplicate.
I'm one of the Whitehall warriors!
My orders I giveAnd sprawl in a swivel chair
With a nonchalant air
I'm one of the Whitehall warriors!
I'm one of the red tape brigade.
I check out the boots
That are worn by recruits
I buy rum and apportion the tots
I order wash basins
From Fortnum and Mason's
And quite a selection of pots.
I'm one of the Whitehall warriors!
I've answered the call, Whitehall!
You'll find I'm a handy kind of man
If ever you planned
A trip to Cannes.
A fellow who goes to military shows
And bowls along in a Rolls.
I'm one of the red tape brigade.
I reserve occupations
For all my relations
It's social position that tells;
And for those who are pally
There's always the ballet;
I send them to Sadlers Wells.
I'm one of the Whitehall warriors!
I've answered the call, Whitehall!

(Chortles)

(Spoken) Oh it's wonderful!