Mid dope-dolls an' duchesses tho orften I roam
Some gals is better, some wusser than some.

There was Tony the barman who liked her blue eyes
and Charlie the waiter , found her just the right size
The cop thought her charming as did uncle Gus
so she came to arsk me what her character was

Mid dope dolls an' duchesses / etc.

Some gals are uncertain an' some gals are true
If you ask wot they're true to ?

Waaal, that's up to you.

Mid dope dolls etc.

Some gals are a nuissance, and some know when to go
There's tastes for the many, and tastes of the few
A queen of the Congo once accepted my love
and I have fond memories of a cocoanut grove
I've learned and I've yearned and whatever may come

I was lonely in Shanghai and sad in Pekin
I'm a great hand for pleasure, and have no use for sin
With shades an' complexions it aint where ther're from
some gals is better, some wusser than some.

Now murder and arson are NOT in my line
Tho' why they aint funny may be hard to define

a joke and a hold up are nearly the same
and there are some mug-shots which no one should frame

just live and let live, make things as they come.
some gals is better, some wusser than some.

I'm no had at forging and sticking up banks
if that's wot they fancy, let me stay in the ranks
I've met several con men with polished address
a lady once told me it leads to success

somewhat conditioned by the how and the when
I've known of cases where it just led to the pen.

Live, I say, let live, take things as they come
some gals is better, some wusser than some.

May his soul walk

under the larches of Paradise

“May his soul walk in the wood there
and Adah Lee come to look after him.

Queen of Heaven receive him.

Mother of the Seven Griefs receive him

Mother of the seven wounds receive him
wounds

May he have peace in heart.

By a stream like Castalia, limpid,

that runs level with the green edge of its banks

Mother of Heaven receive him,

Queen of Heaven receive him,

Mother of the Seven Griefs give him peace.

Out of the turmoil, Mother of Griefs receive him,

Queen of Heaven receive him.

May the sound of the leaves give him peace,

May the hush of the forest receive him,

Queen of Griefs, give him peace.

23

Sept

'54