Dandy Vernon -

I’ll tell you a tale of a sailor bold his name was Dandy Vernon

He worked as a steward on the old Cunard and money he was earning

He knew his way around every port he wandered near and far

And he took his stand as a drinking man an never said no to a jar

Take your stand as a drinking man and never say no to a jar

Take your stand as a drinking man and never say no to a jar

In Amsterdam or Yucatan, New York or Zanzibar

Take your stand as a drinking man and never say no to a jar

Now Dandy likes the sailors lie it agrees with his ambition

For to see the world and to meet the girls was Dandy’s given mission

He’s stolen hearts in every port he’s known in every bar

And he took his stand as a drinking man etc.

There comes a time in most men’s lives when they tired of roaming

And the roaring fire is their desire and the glass of ale a foaming

But then you have your Dandies who need the ooh-la-la

And take their stand as a drinking man etc.

Now Dandy’s getting thin on top and thick around the middle

But the girls still sigh at twinkle in his eye the charming, yarning devil

And he’s welcome still in every prt especially