MUSIC When Father Papered the Parlour

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    Our parlor wanted papering,
    And Pa says it was waste
    To call a paperhanger in,
    And so he made some paste.
    He bought some rolls of paper,
    Got a ladder and a brush
    And with my mummy's nightgown on,
    At it he made a rush.

    When Father papered the parlour
    You couldn't see him for paste
    Dabbing it here! dabbing it there!
    Paste and paper everywhere
    Mother was stuck to the ceiling
    The children stuck to the floor
    I never knew a blooming family
    So stuck up before.


    Soon dad fell down the stairs
    and dropp'd his paperhanger's can
    On little Henrietta sitting there
    with her young man,
    The paste stuck them together,
    as we thought t'would be for life,
    We had to fetch the parson in
    to make them man and wife.

    When Father papered the parlour
    You couldn't see him for paste
    Dabbing it here! dabbing it there!
    Paste and paper everywhere
    Mother was stuck to the ceiling
    The children stuck to the floor
    I never knew a blooming family
    So stuck up before.


    The pattern was 'blue roses'
    with its leaves red, white, and brown;
    He'd stuck it wrong way up and now,
    we all walk upside down.
    And when he trimm'd the edging
    off the paper with the shears,
    The cat got underneath it,
    and dad cut off both its ears.

    When Father papered the parlour
    You couldn't see him for paste
    Dabbing it here! dabbing it there!
    Paste and paper everywhere
    Mother was stuck to the ceiling
    The children stuck to the floor
    I never knew a blooming family
    So stuck up before.


    We're never going to move away
    from that house any more
    For Father's gone and stuck the chairs
    and table to the floor,
    We can't find our piano,
    though it's broad and rather tall,
    We think that it's behind the paper
    Pa stuck on the wall.

    When Father papered the parlour
    You couldn't see him for paste
    Dabbing it here! dabbing it there!
    Paste and paper everywhere
    Mother was stuck to the ceiling
    The children stuck to the floor
    I never knew a blooming family
    So stuck up before.


    Now, Father's sticking in the pub,
    through treading in the paste,
    And all the family's so upset,
    they've all gone pasty faced.
    While Pa says, now that Ma has spread
    the news from north to south,
    He wishes he had dropped a blob
    of paste in Mother's mouth.

    When Father papered the parlour
    You couldn't see him for paste
    Dabbing it here! dabbing it there!
    Paste and paper everywhere
    Mother was stuck to the ceiling
    The children stuck to the floor
    I never knew a blooming family
    So stuck up before.
     

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