The Ballad of Bethnal Green

This is a very old English folk song. I know it's a very old English folk song, Because I wrote it myself when I was very young. I tell the tale of a jealous male And a maid of sweet sixteen She was blonde and dumb And she lived with her mum On the fringe of Bethnal Green She worked all week for a rich old Greek For her dad was on the dole And her one delight was a Friday night When she had a little rock and roll To my rit-fall-all To my titty-fall-all To my itty-bitty-fall-dall-day To my rit-fall-all To my titty-fall-all To my itty-bitty-fall-dall-day Then one fine day in the month of May She found her big romance He was dark and sleek with a scar on his cheek And a pair of drainpipe pants And she thought, "With you, I could be so true Through all the years to come." For she loved the gay abandoned way He chewed his chewing gum To my rit-fall-all To my titty-fall-all To my itty-bitty-fall-dall-day To my rit-fall-all To my titty-fall-all To my itty-bitty-fall-dall-day It started well because he fell For all her girlish charms But he had some doubt when he caught her out In someone else's arms He said, "Look here, you know, my dear, This is going a bit too far." Then he went quite white and he sloshed her right In the middle of her cha-cha-cha He went before a man of the law Who said, "This will not do. I've had enough of the sort of stuff I get from the likes of you." And was she peeved when he received A longish term in clink! In a fit of pique, she married the Greek And now she's dressed in mink To my rit-fall-all To my titty-fall-all To my itty-bitty-fall-dall-day To my rit-fall-all To my titty-fall-all To my itty-bitty-fall-dall-day