The Music of T.H. Crenshaw

Culled from a book of Edwardian music-hall classics. Some of the songs are rather "embarrising" to modern sensibilities. Currently there's only one up but I'll add more as I find them / can be bothered to type them out.

My Friend, the Sensitive Fellow

My friend is a sensitive fellow

In disposition, rather mellow

His hair is always in fashion

The figure he cuts, rather dashing

The ladies all adore him

He finds their attentions, rather boring

He carries himself with dignity and class

Personally, I think he takes it up the a-ha-ha-ha-ahrrrse

 

He's a poof, he's a queer, he's a molly

To suggest otherwise would be sheer folly

Just between you and me

I think he's a little of a queen

Around other chaps, he's always a little too jolly

 

My friend is a bit of a faggot

Not that I am much of a braggart

You'll find him always in the 'gym

He likes to keep in fitness and trim

His appearance cultivated and appealing

To the chaps that bugger him for a sh-hi-hi-hiiilling

 

He's a poof, he's a queer, he's a molly

To suggest otherwise would be sheer folly

Just between you and me

I think he's a little of a queen

Around other chaps, he's always a little too jolly