(or “I’m All Right”)
A Bacchanalian ditty from 1893.
Words by E. W. Rogers.
Music by George Le Brunn.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- I’ve had a fair bank holiday
Things with me lately have been gay
First I dodged the tax collector
Then I did the gas Inspector
Then with the lodger my dear wife
Sloped with the children on my life
So to hide my woe and strife
I thought I’d have a lark
So in half a tick
I toddled round, toddled round
And some pals I quickly found
Good and sound
Soon your joys and cares
We drown’d you be bound
I was so gay I’d swore I’d pay
And to them made remark
Chorus
All of you come along with me
I’m for a rare old fine old spree
Ev’rybody here’s invited
Come with me I’ll see you righted
All of you come, you must be dry
Hi-tiddley-hi-ti, Hi-ti Hi!
Come along and wet your eye
For I’m all right
- Down to the West I went with ten
Good solid lasting, fasting men
Arm in arm we started strolling
Soon the blessed lot were rolling
Dear little girls from near and far
Said, with a smile, “Ah! there you are”
Then I asked them to the bar
As they all looked so dry
There were fourteen girls
With golden hair, oh! so fair
Twenty cabmen standing there did a stare
All came in to have a share, take their fare
And for the lot upon the spot
For drinks I had to cry - After I’d treated half the town
I tried to borrow half-a-crown
Asked my pals, but each old crony
Swore to goodness “he was stoney”
I, being fairly on the job
Asked a policeman for a bob
But he tapped me on the nob
And told me I was tight
Then my pals came round
Their tempers rose, came to blows
Some one struck the policeman’s nose
Such a nose! He called “Help”
As you’ll suppose, oh! our woes
Then ran us in, and with a grin
He shouted with delight
Final chorus
All of you come along with me
You’ve had a rare old fine old spree
Ev’rybody here’s invited
Join me, and I’ll see you righted
All of you come, you must be dry
Hi-tiddley-hi-ti, Hi-ti Hi
Come along and wet your eye
For I’m all right
Sung here by Fred Feild: