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Our Aunt Hanna's passed away

We 'ad 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 fah-sands weepin' flahers galore

But Jim our cousin what d'yer fink 'e wore

Why brahn boots

I ask yer brahn boots

Fancy coming to a funeral

In brahn boots

I will admit 'e 'ad a nice black tie

Black fingernails and a nice black eye;

But yer can't see people orf when they die

In brahn boots

And Aunt 'ad been so very good to 'im

Done all that any muvver could for 'im

And Jim her son to show his clars

Rolls up to make it all a farce

In brahn boots

I 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 most part the way

But straight he reg'lar spoilt our day

Wiv 'is brahn boots

In the graveyard we left Jim

None of us said much to him

Yus we all gave '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 Hanna 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

"What 'im chief mourner Wot a blooming lark

"Why 'e looks more like a Bookmaker's clerk

In brahn boots "

That'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

I ask yer brahn boots

While all the rest

Wore decent black and mourning suits

But some day up at Heavens gate

Poor Jim all nerves will stand and wait

'Til an angel whispers "Come in Mate

"Where's yer brahn boots "