Sam Cowell’s Billy Barlow


 

SAM COWELL’S BILLY BARLOW

 

Here follows the Britsih version, or at least some of the 48 verses as sung by Sam Cowell.
Harding B11 (3415), no date, Bodleian Library.

 

SAM COWELL’S BILLY BARLOW

 

Oh, ladies and gentlemen, how do you do!
I’ve come here, you see, with one boot and one shoe;
I don’t know how it is, but somehow is so-
Now isn’t it hard upon Billy Barlow?
Oh, dear, Oh, raggedy, oh!
Now isn’t it hard upon Billy Barlow?

 

There’s a cove in this town- of his name I can’t think-
He’s a-trying to persuade people not for to drink;
When he showed me his medal, says I “It’s no go;
You can’t make a tee-totaller of Billy Barlow.”
Oh, dear, Oh, raggedy, Oh!

The cold water cure don’t suit Billy Barlow.

 

I was offered a berth in Newhaven to-day,
But I don’t like the job- I’m afraid it won’t pay;
The fishwives wanted me to lie down, would you know,
And let them scrape “Caller Haddies” on Billy Barlow.
Oh, dear,Oh, raggedy, Oh!                                                                                                            And spoil all the toggery of Billy Barlow.

 

On the roof of an house, at the Mound, may be seen
A statue stuck up, of our good little queen;
Now the Provost and Council their good taste would show
By building another for Billy Barlow.
Oh, dear, Oh, raggedy, Oh!

A slight testimonial for Billy Barlow.

 

There are two water companies to Glasgow, just now;
And ’bout which one is best they make a great row;-
I said I’d take a look up to ten pounds or so,
If they mix it with whisky for Billy Barlow.
Oh, dear, Oh, raggedy, Oh;

He’s fond of the “Islay” is Billy Barlow.

 

The Queen as an Envoy once sent me to Spain,
I knew so the honour of state to maintain;
But the ladies all follow’d and flatter’d me so,
The grandees got jealous of Billy Barlow.
Oh, dear, Oh, raggedy, Oh!

The gals were all “nuts” on young Billy Barlow.

 

I told you some time since, in confidence here,
That a long promised visit was then drawing near;
For the Queen and Prince Albert to Auld Reekie would go,
To pay their respects to young Billy Barlow.
Oh, dear, Oh, raggedy, Oh!

He’s a great royal favourite is Billy Barlow.
I’ve been told as a fact, in the course of the year,

That Miss Faucit will once more play Juliet here;
If she wants a real slap-up Romeo,
She ought to engage Mister Billy Barlow.
Oh, dear, Oh, raggedy, Oh!

She’d look well making love to young Billy Barlow.

 

In Dublin I went to hear Catherine Hayes,
And that lady most sorely deserves immense praise;
The house was a reg’lar slap-up overflow-
‘Twould have suited the pockets of Billy Barlow.
Oh, dear, Oh, raggedy, oh!
And got some new toggery for Billy Barlow.
Now that D’Orsay is gone I intend to appear
As the leader of fashion in London this year;
To Almeck’s next ball I shall certainly go,
Just to give a notion of Billy Barlow.
Oh, dear, oh, raggedy, oh!
He’s a stunner at Polking is Billy Barlow.

and on and on.