My transcription from YouTube. There is only one doubtful word marked with (?).


THE BALLAD OF A TEN BOB NOTE
As recorded by Allan Smethurst, “The Singing Postman,” 1977

Once whilst talking to a lady, or an old gal, you might say,
She had pretty little dimples and curls, by the way,
When I put my arms about her, her husband he came round.
He left me feeling like a ten-bob note whilst worth half a crown.

I was knocking back the whiskey in the old Imperial bar.
I was feeling rather frisky, too drunk by far.
I got fudging with a third(?) hand who sails from Grimsby town.
He left me feeling like a ten-bob note whilst worth half a crown.

It was early in the evening all along that old North Wall.
I can’t tell you of the feeling but I began to fall.
When I tumbled in the Humber, I felt that I would drown.
It left me feeling like a ten-bob note whilst worth half a crown.

[Instrumental break]

Now all you who belong to Grimsby, I sing this song for you.
All you who belong to Cleethorpes, just don’t do what I do.
Keep your eyes upon the future or one day you’ll be found
Soiled and crumpled like a ten-bob note whilst worth half a crown,
Soiled and crumpled like a ten-bob note whilst worth half a crown,
Whilst worth half a crown. [Fade]