A popular music hall ballet during the Great War, this song was actually considered somewhat racy in its day. Mister Asquith was Prime Minister until late 1916. His son, Raymond, was killed in 1916 during the Battle of the Somme. Herbert Asquith was known to have quite a few little drinks...
Another Little Drink Won't Do Us Any Harm
There was a pretty lass and I'm grieved to say,
She climbed upon a bus on a windy day,
When a busy little breeze blew an awful storm,
And another little drink won't do us any harm.
Another little drink, another little drink,
Another little drink won't do us any harm.
Another little drink, another little drink,
Another little drink won't do us any harm.
With our local curate once to our sewing bee I went,
When the lights all went out, there was no harm meant,
He did some fancy work and we sang a little song,
And another little drink won't do us any harm.
Another little drink, another little drink,
Another little drink won't do us any harm.
Another little drink, another little drink,
Another little drink won't do us any harm.
Now in Parliment when they get into a stew,
And they're all mixed and they don't know what to do,
Mister Asquith says in a manner sweet and calm,
'Well, another little drink won't do us any harm.'
Another little drink, another little drink,
Another little drink won't do us any harm.
Another little drink, another little drink,
Another little drink won't do us any harm.
I went to a ball dressed as the map of France,
Said a girl, 'show me how the French advance',
When she reached the firing line I shouted in alarm,
And another little drink won't do us any harm.
Another little drink, another little drink,
Another little drink won't do us any harm.
Another little drink, another little drink,
Another little drink won't do us any harm.
