gracie fields - One of the the Little Orphans of the Storm
I'm one of life's unwanted ones
A female Oliver Twist
They found me on a doorstep
On a damp November mist
They flung me out of the foundlings ome
Because I was good for nowt
Now I spend me days with the waifs an strays
A poor little down-an'-out
I ain't got no motherly and to guide me
And me father was sent to Dartmoor to reform
If there'd been a vacant cell
They'd 'ave 'ad me in as well
I'm one of the little orphans of the storm
I'm too proud to ever go in the workhouse
They'd never get me to wear the uniform;
An' I'd rather roam the street
Than be forced to wash me feet
I'm one of the little orphans of the storm
I don't care if it blows
I don't care if it snows
I know of a shed
Where I get a good bed on the nod
An' there I can enjoy
Me tuppenny saveloy
As snug as a bug in a rug or a pea in a pod
I sing to the queues at the swell theaytres
With the kerbstone entertainers I perform
I could sing like Jenny Lind
If it wasn't for me wind
I'm one of the little orphans of the storm
It's 'ard for a girl to avoid temptation
I like to go underground to 'ave a warm;
But many a night I've slipped
When I've crept into a crypt
I'm one of the little orphans of the storm
I don't care if it blows
I don't care if it snows
I know of a shed
Where I get a good bed on the nod
An' there I can enjoy
Me tuppenny saveloy
As snug as a bug in a rug or a pea in a pod
I'll soon end it all with a dose of poison
Can anyone spare a glass of chloroform
But if it's all the same to you
Well a drop of gin'll do
I'm one of the little orphans of the storm
