MAN WAS A STRANGER TO ME, THE
(T W Connor 1919)
recorded by -
George Formby Sr
as recorded by George Formby
June 11th 1926
I never could get on with strangers somehow,
Strange faces I never could see,
Now I met a man in the street t'other day,
Well the man was a stranger to me.
He said, "What's the time?", so I pulled out me watch,
I said "Look for yourself, do go on!
I don't think it's going!", he said, "Yes it is!",
In a tick after that it was gone!
As I opened me eyes,
I said, "How the time flies!",
And me watch in his hand I could see.
I'd a good mind to ask him to give it me back,
But the man was a stranger to me!
One night up the west I was swankin' about,
When this stylish young lady dashed by.
With a heavy portmanteau, she'd been for the coal,
I could tell by the piece in her eye!
She said, "Will you carry this for me Marie?,
Well I've carried parcels before,
And she was good lookin', so I took on the job
And I carried it home to her door.
The door opened wide,
She said, "Come inside,
Sit you down and I'll make you some tea.
Are you fond of pastries?".
I would have said yes,
But the girl was a stranger to me!
And the man was a stranger to me!
(Transcribed by Peter Akers - March 2017)