Pom Teo

Transcript

That's enough. Monty O, by Harry Duff, Edisonville Records. To see his girl Bertie went one afternoon.

He'd be cold, but he'd answer the night's quiet tone. He knocked at the door from the window above. His girl's crying, too close, coming just now, my love.

He's hollow, he's high. I'm trying on a new costume today. I'm only half-dressed and tempered to his pride.

If you let me in, dear, I've got one of me eyes. I met an old friend of mine just recently. His name's Mr.

Wright. He said, can you tell me why is a young lady's waist like a wax doll? He said, dear old chap, I'm fair in a fall.

He's hollow, he's high. I can't give it up for me head's aching today. Well, a girl's waist is like a wax doll to an old Wright.

I've been crying up all day, and it's late late at night. I used to wear the style of his fond Uncle Tom. But for him to wear it, Uncle thought it no harm.

So they gave him a smile and a sword, said go. I'm just milkman's now in the meadow, you know. He's hollow, he's high.

He said, oh dear, I've been crying all day. The milkman's now Uncle don't think I'm a fool. But I can't get the feet to sit down on the stool.

Now, sweet Manny James is a firm and firm knee. He went out to practice and came down the street. Said, does Manny get a copy of your briefs?

He said, oh, it really is no matter with Mr. Doe. He's hollow, he's high.

I haven't got any main plate today. But I'll make that all right near the baker man's head. So he gave Mary Jane a roll over his head.

Transcribed by AI from the recording above. These are noisy hundred-year-old cylinders, so expect misheard words and the occasional invented line — trust your ears over the text.