Title: O! Flossie! Pretty Little Flossie!, Written By: Richard Morton, Composed By: Orlando Powell, Sung By: Little Chip, Publisher: Francis, Day & Hunter, Location: London, Year: 1893
Little sweetheart, up above me,
Come and tell me how you love me,
Flossie don’t you be a scorner,
I’ll wait round the Johnny ‘Orner!
I know and yer needn’t flare up,
It’s a job to do yer ‘air up;
But yer might as well look slippy,
Standin’ ‘ere is somewhat nippy!
Fairer than my words can paint yer,
Flossie, you’re my sweetheart, ain’t yer?
Chorus: Oh, Flossie! Pretty little Flossie!
Oh, Flossie, listen to my song,
When you’re out with me, at night,
Everything is gay and bright,
But when yer leave me on my own,
It all goes wrong!
Flossie, though the street is narrer,
Cold is strikin’ to my marrer,
‘Urry up with that there bonnet,
That with feathers stuck upon it.
If yer hears me, wave a flipper,
Though you’re tall and I’m a nipper,
Don’t be proud and nasty to me,
For my ‘eart is yours, yus, bloo me!
Fairer than my words can paint yer,
Flossie, you’re my sweetheart, ain’t yer?
Chorus:
If young Jimmy Jones should rile yer,
Tell me and I’ll burst his biler,
For I loves yer and yer know it,
Don’t care what I does to show it.
Flossie, out ‘ere, soon be ‘opping,
Tell the dad you’re going shopping,
‘Urry up, my love, my cherished,
For I, wee, I’m nearly perished.
Fairer than my words can paint yer,
Flossie, you’re my sweetheart, ain’t yer?
Chorus:
