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706 Little Nell Lew Stone & the Monseigneur Band E.Divana w/m ? `33 London January 10, 1933 GB-5445-2 Dec F-3394 Lew Stone (director, arranger); Nat Gonella (trumpet, mellophone, vocals); Alfie Noakes (trumpet, mellophone); Lew Davis (trombone); Joe Ferrie (trombone, vocals); Joe Crossman, Jim Easton (clarinet, alto sax, vocals); Ernest Ritte (alto sax, baritone sax); Harry Berly (clarinet, tenor sax, violin, ocarina); Eddie Carroll (piano); Eddie Freeman (guitar); Tiny Winters (string bass, vocals); Bill Harty (drums); Al Bowlly (vocals). Chelsea, London, January 10, 1933. AB speaks the part of the villain. Chorus with Tiny Winters, Jim Easton and Nat Gonella, Lew Stone arrangement.

Little Nell

Little Nell


Lew Stone & the Monseigneur Band

It was a dark and stormy night
When my Nelly went away
And I'll never forgive her till my dying day
She was dressed in silk at the village green
The prettiest little trick that the valley had ever seen
It's far since the time, since my Nelly went away
The rooster died and the hen won't lay
So in this window, I've put a light, guy's what a night

Whose there a knocking at me door
It's your little Nell don't you know me anymore
What happened to that actor guy
That used to call you honey
Did he send you home
When you hadn't any money

He was a worst thing guy
And he could lie with ease
And he had more money than the dog had fleas
He left me on the night when I was so forlorn
The very , very night little Dumb-bell was born

Is that fair, dummy?
Well it 'int no other
He's the very spitting image of his go' darn mother
But you can't kip in this house with that fair child
Father dear, father dear, you're driving me wild

But I'll get that guy
Who caused you all that pain
The meanie wouldn't even give this child a middle name

Hoiti, toiti my fine beauty
Now, If you interfeer, you're just as good as dead
Cos, I'll get me old shotgun and i'll pump you full of lead
But, I can do you heaps of harm
Cos I own the mortgage on you nice darn farm

He's got us where he wants us Pop, the dirty rascal
Give me back my Dummy,
Your Dummy? My Dummy! Your Dummy? My Dummy!

Whose there a comin'. It's olde Dragger Mule
I ain't no mule , you gosh darn fool
Can't you see my badge, I'm the contabule
What's it all about, com' on now and tell

Well he ain't done right by my little Nell
Yes I have!
You have not
Yes I have!
You have not

What did he do. What did he do?
What's this harm that he sprung on you
Well he's nicked me farm and he's ruined my daughter
Well I recon we aught to fine him about a dollar and a quarter
Which all goes to show, the price of sin
Tomorrow night we will play ... win?