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  • wings081
    Dear Pauline Further to my last message to you I looked up the original words of the paternal decorator song which I copy here. Hope you find the door soon. As
    Message 1 of 1 , Sep 14, 2009
      Dear Pauline
      Further to my last message to you I looked up the original words of the paternal decorator song which I copy here.

      Hope you find the door soon.
      As always
      Wings

      Lyrics to "When Father Papered the Parlour"

      Our parlor wanted papering,
      And Pa says it was waste
      To call a paperhanger in,
      And so he made some paste.
      He bought some rolls of paper,
      Got a ladder and a brush
      And with my mummy's nightgown on,
      At it he made a rush.

      When Father papered the parlour
      You couldn't see him for paste
      Dabbing it here! dabbing it there!
      Paste and paper everywhere
      Mother was stuck to the ceiling
      The children stuck to the floor
      I never knew a blooming family
      So stuck up before.

      Soon dad fell down the stairs
      and dropp'd his paperhanger's can
      On little Henrietta sitting there
      with her young man,
      The paste stuck them together,
      as we thought t'would be for life,
      We had to fetch the parson in
      to make them man and wife.

      When Father papered the parlour...

      The pattern was 'blue roses'
      with its leaves red, white, and brown;
      He'd stuck it wrong way up and now,
      we all walk upside down.
      And when he trimm'd the edging
      off the paper with the shears,
      The cat got underneath it,
      and dad cut off both its ears.

      When Father papered the parlour...

      We're never going to move away
      from that house any more
      For Father's gone and stuck the chairs
      and table to the floor,
      We can't find our piano,
      though it's broad and rather tall,
      We think that it's behind the paper
      Pa stuck on the wall.

      When Father papered the parlour...

      Now, Father's sticking in the pub,
      through treading in the paste,
      And all the family's so upset,
      they've all gone pasty faced.
      While Pa says, now that Ma has spread
      the news from north to south,
      He wishes he had dropped a blob
      of paste in Mother's mouth.

      When Father papered the parlourÂ…
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