The Ballad Of Kitty Brown
(E. McLoughlin and R. Brotherton)
Come listen to me, and I’ll sing you a song,
Of a man named Tommy Tom-Tom.
He worked in the fields by night and by day,
A fine a man as any they would say.
‘Ah, don’t go to town’ Tommy’s mother did cry,
‘The Nightingale is singing and I fear you will die.’
Oh-oh, poor Tommy Tom-Tom,
Go easy now there’s trouble yet to come.
Kitty Brown’s husband had gone off to war,
A beauty no man could endure.
Come Friday night when the dance would begin,
She’d give her hand to any man at all.
And when she took Tommy’s hand, so they say,
Poor Tommy was lost to her dark eyes-a-grey.
Oh-oh, poor Tommy Tom-Tom,
Go easy now there’s trouble yet to come.
That night as the moon shone cold, clear and bright,
A soldier returned from the war.
To find Kitty Brown in the arms of a man,
She swore he had made her to lie down.
Well the sound of a gun rang cold across the floor,
One single shot and never no more.
Oh-oh, poor Tommy Tom-Tom,
Your troubles and your life are all but done.
SOLO
The Jury declared the soldier go free,
A crime of love was the Judge’s Decree.
And now Tommy’s mother, she cries o’er his grave,
And the Nightingale sings a mournful song:
‘Oh-oh, poor Tommy Tom-Tom,
Rest easy now you’re troubles are all done.’
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