No doubt Governor Hindmarsh collected the words (the paper is in an unknown hand) for research purposes.
Aunt Elsie's Drawers
What goes up the leg
Of my Aunt Elsie's drawers?
It might be mine
Or it might be yours.
Whatever it is it will draw forth applause.
Up the leg of my Aunt Elsie's drawers.
I had an Aunt name of Elsie.
She lived in a cottage in Chelsea.
With no pocket or purse
And to make matters worse
She'd often tell us
In language quite terse.
"I have need of a safe little spot
Somewhere to pop all my nick nacks
Up the leg of my drawers is the shot,
It's like it's a portable bag rack."
Chorus:
Fiddle dee fiddle dee
Whack de falorum
Fiddle dee
Aunty let's show some decorum
What goes up the leg
Of my Aunt Elsie's drawers?
It might be mine
Or it might be yours.
Whatever it is it will draw forth applause.
Up the leg of my Aunt Elsie's drawers.
Up the leg of her drawers there were kerchiefs and silks
An old London Gazette and a bottle of milk.
Some toffees, a pie
And Uncle's glass eye
All held up inside
By a black lacy tie.
And every time that she'd meet us
She'd smile and she'd wink and she'd nod
Then she'd hoik something out just to treat us
And none of us thought it was odd.
Chorus:
Fiddle dee fiddle dee
Whack de falorum
Fiddle dee
Aunty let's show some decorum
What goes up the leg
Of my Aunt Elsie's drawers?
It might be mine
Or it might be yours.
Whatever it is it will draw forth applause.
Up the leg of my Aunt Elsie's drawers.
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