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His father, not wishing him even to watch his performances, moved the family to Atherton Road in Hindley (near Wigan) and it was from there that George was apprenticed as a jockey when he was seven and rode his first professional race at ten when he weighed under four stone (56 pounds, 25.4 kg). Please click here to download George Formby All Going Back Mp3

Now its funny where some women live who sing upon the stage
They live in places where theyve never been
Theyll rave about the roses that are growing round the door
Of that, the dear old home theyve never seen.
Theyve lived in Arizona, theyve lived in Alabam
Last year they all lived down in Texas way.
It must be quite a job to move the dear old home about
But just the same this year youll hear them say

Theyre all going back, theyre all going back
Theyre all going back to Tennessee and Dixie
Theyve all got mothers there and fathers by the score
Theyve moved the poor old folk about until their feet are sore
All of them say when they get back theyll stay
What an overcrowded country it will be
But just one thing worries me When they all go back to Tennessee
Therell be no one left in Wigan but me.

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George was born at 3 Westminster Street, Wigan, Lancashire, as George Hoy Booth, the eldest of seven surviving children (four girls and three boys). His father (James Booth) was George Formby (Senior) (1875-1921) one of the great music hall comedians of his day, fully the equal of his son’s later success. Please click here to download George Formby A Lad From Lancashire Mp3

No matter where I go, London, Paris, Mexico.
Anywhere on Earth, they know my place of birth.
I met a girl from London when she sat on Blackpool Pier,
She said she could tell, Im a Lad from Lancashire.
She said, “Are you a nudist?” So I blushed and said, “No fear”.
Im covered up like a Lad from Lancashire.

North or South, when I open my mouth, they know that Im not Dutch,
They can tell I come from Lancashire, but they cant tell me much.
I whispered, “Ill be nudist if youll be the same my dear.”
She said, “No fear, with a Lad from Lancashire.
A widow nice and young and gay said, “Come to tea my dear,
Ive something nice for a Lad from Lancashire.”
We sat down on the sofa and I felt her creeping near,
I said, “Hee Hee! take care, Im a Lad from Lancashire.”

North and South, when I open my mouth, they know that Im not Dutch,
They can tell I come from Lancashire, but they cant tell me much.
The widow started kissing me and tickling my ear,
I tickled her, like a Lad from Lancashire.
I went with Jane down Lovers Lane, she whispered in her ear,
“Now do your best for a Lad from Lancashire.”
She said to me when on my knee, “You cant do that there ere.”
I said, “Hey Hey! I can, Im the Lad from Lancashire.”

North and South, when I open my mouth, they know that Im not Dutch,
They can tell I come from Lancashire, but they cant tell me much.
That night when Jane got home again her Ma said, “You look queer,
Ill bet thas been with that Lad from Lancashire.

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George Formby, OBE (26 May 1904 – 6 March 1961) was an English ukulele player singer and comedian who became a major star of both cinema and music hall. Please click here to download George Formby A Farmers Boy Mp3

Ive gone in for farming, I like the life, mixed up with sows and rams
So much time I share, with the animals there, Im beginning to baa like a lamb.
The air is so fresh, you get quite a thrill,
But some of the milkmaids are much fresher still.
To be a farmers boy, down on the farm. Cant come to harm down there.
Early to bed makes you feel right as rain,
Before Im asleep I just get up again

Down at the village inn, the daughters so nice, my fresh eggs she does enjoy
For two eggs she lets me give her kisses a few,
For four eggs I can kiss her yes and cuddle her too.
Tonight Im going to find out what a dozen will do
Oh its grand to be a farmers boy

To be a farmers boy, down on the farm. Cant come to harm down there.
Weve got fourteen pigs, thats a lot you can tell,
Fourteen, thats not counting the farmer as well!
I get ten bob a week, and everything found, and what have I found oh boy!
One day the farmer said, someone, my farm tried to rob
Two prize sheep were stolen, twas a very bad job,
Ive just sold two fine sheepskin rugs for twenty five bob
Oh its grand to be a farmers boy.

To be a farmers boy, down on the farm, cant come to harm down there.
I milk all the cows and I bob the sheeps wool,
Then play hide and seek with a savage mad bull
I met a country maid on marketing day, with her basket she looked so coy,
She said she was a shepherdess they called her Bo-Peep,
Shed lost her lambs, I said Ill help you find them dont weep
I know that I found everything excepting her sheep
Oh its grand to be a farmers boy.

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