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When I was just a little kid
On a Sunday morning early,
Salvation band come down our street
To make their hurly-burly.
Well they all stood around in a great big ring
And they started blowing cornets,
And all the kids from miles around
Come a-swarming round like hornets.
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Salvation band with a big trombone
And the music fair goes through you,
With their "Onward Christian Soldiers"
And their "Glory Hallelujahs".
There were scores and scores and scores of kids,
Perhaps there's even thirty
And goodness knows who owned them all
But they all looked filthy dirty.
There were Jackson's kid from across the street
And he were a right young villain.
When collection box come around to him
He made off with fifteen shillings.
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Now man, as stood and waved a big stick
Looked tall as half the houses.
He'd got a grand new uniform
With gold braid on his trousers.
Behind him ran little Tommy Jones
Along with his little dog Dusty
And the dog must have thought that man was a tree
'Cause gold braid's gone all rusty.
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The rest didn't think band was much,
But me, I didn't mind 'em.
So when they marched off down the street,
I marched off right behind 'em.
Well they marched up t'other side of town,
To streets I'd never been in
And they ended in the back of a public house,
As my da said I couldn't be seen in
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When policemen fetched me home that night
They'd had their dinner without me
And when my dad found out where I'd been
I knew for a fact he'd clout me.
Well I got buckle end of my dad's pit-strap
And that were plenty for me.
I've never followed that band again,
And that's the end of me story.
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