Our Aunt Hannah's passed away,We'd her funeral today,
And it was a posh affair Had to have two p'licemen there!
The'earse was luv'ly all plate glass,
And wot a corfin! oak and brass!
We'd fahsands weepin', flahers galore,
But jim, our cousin Why brahn boots! 1 ask yer brahn boots!
Fancy cornin' to a funeral in brahn boots!
1 will admit'e'ad a nice black tie,
Black finger nails and a nice black eye;
But yer can't see people orf when they die in brahn boots'.
what d'yer fink'e wore?
And Aunt'ad been so very good to'im, Done all that any muvver could fer'im,
jxnd jim, her son, to show his clars
Rolls up to make it all a farce
In brabn boots 1 ask yer brahn boots!
While all the rest
Wore decent black and mourning suits.
I'll own he didn't seem so gay, In fact he cried best part the way,
But straight, he reg'lar spoilt our day
Wiv'is brabn boots.
In the graveyard we left jim,
None of us said much to him,
Yus, we all give'im the bird,
Then by accident we 'eard
'E'd given 'is black boots to jim Small,
A bloke wot'ad no boots at all,
So p'raps Aunt Hannah doesn't mind
She did like people who was good and kind.
But brahn boots! I ask yer brahn boots!
Fancy coming to a funeral in brahn boots!
And we could'ear the neighbours all remark
lwot, 'im chief mourner? Wot a bloomin' lark!
'Why'e looks more like a Bookmaker's clerk in brahii boots!'
Tliiit's why we 'ad to be so rude to 'im,
That's why we never said 'Ow do!' to 'im,
We didn't know he didn't say.
He'd give 'is other boots away.
But brahn boots! 1 ask yer brahn boots!
While all the rest
Wore decent black and mourning suits!
But some day up at Heaveds gate
Poor jim, all nerves, will stand and wait
Till an angel whispers'Come in, Mate,
Where's yer brahn boots~,'
