Gus Elen Its A Great Big Shame 1931 78 rpm
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Gus Elen was a popular comedian of the music hall at the start of the 20th century, he appeared as a bad tempered costermonger (street fruit seller), his songs usually tell of the poverty of Victorian and Edwardian London. • For a brief bio check out the flip side • Gus Elen 'Arf A Pint Of Ale' 1931 78 rpm • Gus was a private family man, from the late 1890's he took up photography and rather than socialise with fellow artist he prefered fishing. He all but retired in 1914, he rarely recorded, these being his first and last electric recordings, he recorded just over 20 songs in his career. His last recording was from the 1935 Royal Command Performance in 1935 celebrating Ging George V and Queen Mary's Silver Jubilee. The full music hall section of the show is here • Various Artists 'Cavalcade Of Variety... • Gus and his wife were very involved in organising charity events and for many years they handed out Christmas gifts to the poor. • Gus died aged 77 in 1940. • There if film of Gus singing this complete with his characteristic movements here • Gus Elen It's A Great Big Shame (1932) • I've lost my pal, 'e's the best in all the tahn • But don't you fink 'im dead becos ‘e ain't • But since ‘es wed ‘e as ‘ad ter knuckle dahn • Its enufter vex the temper of a saint • ‘E's a brewer's dray-man, wiva leg of mutton fist • ‘An as strong as a bullick or an ‘orse • Yet in ‘er ‘ands e's like a little kid • Oh I wish as I could get ‘im a divorce. • Chorus: It's a great big shame • And if she belonged to me • I'd let her know who's who • Nagging at a fellow that is six foot three • And her not four feet two. • They hadn't been married for a month or more • When underneath her thumb goes Jim • Oh isn't it a pity that the likes of her • Should put upon the likes of him. • Now Jim was class-'e could sing a decent song • And at scrappin ‘e ‘ad won some great renown • It took two coppers for to make ‘im move along • And anovver six to ‘old the feller dahn • But today when I axes would he come an' ‘ave some beer • To the door-step on tiptoe ‘e arrives • “I dares't” says ‘e “Don't shout cos she'll ‘ear • I've got ter clean the windows an' the knives. • Chorus: • On a Sunday morn, wiv a dozen pals or more • ‘E'd play at pitch and toss along the Lea • But now she bullies ‘im a scrubbin' ‘o the floor • Such a change, well I never did I see • Wiv an apron on ‘im I twigged ‘im on ‘is knees • A rubbin' up the old ‘arf stone • Wot wiv emptying the ashes and a shelling of the peas • I'm blowed if ‘e can call ‘is-self ‘is own. • Chorus:
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