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I've been very poorly but now I feel fine

I've been out today for the very first time

I felt like a lad as I walked down the road

Then I met old jones and he said well I'm blowed

My word you do look queer my word you do look queer

Oh dear you look dreadful you've had a near shave

You look like a man with one foot in the grave'

I said bosh l'm better it's true I've been ill'

He said 'I'm delighted you're better but still

I wish you'd a thousand for me in your will

My word you do look queer'

That didn't improve me it quite put me back

Still I walked farther on and I met cousin jack

He looked at me hard and he murmured'gee whiz

It's like him it can't be it isn't it is

By gosh who'd have thought it well well I declare

I'd never have known you except for your hair

My word you do look queer my word you do look queer

Your faces are all sunk and your colour's all gone

Your neck's very scraggy still you're getting on

How old are you now thriy five emm that's true

Your father died that age your mother did too

Well the black clothes I wore then'll come in for you

My word you do look queer'

That really upset me I felt quite cast down

But I tried to buck up and then up came old brown

He stared at me hard then he solemnly said

'You shouldn't be out you should be home in bed

I heard you were bad well I heard you were gone

You look like a corpse with an overcoat on

My word you do look queer my word you do look queer

You'd best have a brandy before you drop dead'

So pale as a sheet I crawled in the king's head'

The barmaid sobbed 'oh you poor fellow' and then

She said 'on the slate you owe just one pound ten

You'd better pay up we shan't see you again

My word you do look queer'

My knees started knocking I did feel so sad

Then brown said don't die in a pub it looks bad

He said 'come with me I'll show you what to do

Now I've got a friend who'll be useful to you

He led me to black's undertaking depot

And black with some crepe round his hat said hello

'My word you do look queer my word you do look queer

Now we'll fix you up for a trifling amount

Now what do you say to a bit on account'

I said'I'm not dying he said don't say that

My business of late has been terribly flat

But I'm telling my wife she can have that new hat

My word you do look queer'

Well I crawled in the street and I murmured' I'm done'

Then up came old jenkins and shouted oh son

'My word you do look well my word you do look well

You're looking fine and in the pink'

I shouted am I come and have a drink

You've put new life in me I'm sounder than a bell

By gad there's life in the old dog yet

My word I do feel well'