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Our Aunt Hanna's passed away
We 'ad her funeral today
And it was a posh affair
Had to have two p'licemen there
The 'earse was luv'ly all plate glass
And wot a corfin oak and brass
We'd fah sands weepin' flahers galore
But Jim our cousin what d'yer fink 'e wore
Why brahn boots
I ask yer brahn boots
Fancy coming to a funeral
In brahn boots
I will admit 'e 'ad a nice black tie
Black fingernails and a nice black eye
But yer can't see people orf when they die
In brahn boots
And Aunt 'ad been so very good to 'I'm
Done all that any muvver could for 'I'm
And Jim her son to show his clars
Rolls up to make it all a farce
In brahn boots
I ask yer brahn boots
While all the rest
Wore decent black and mourning suits
I'll own he didn't seem so gay
In fact he cried most part the way
But straight he reg'lar spoilt our day
Wiv 'is brahn boots
In the graveyard we left Jim
None of us said much to him
Yus we all gave 'I'm the bird
Then by accident we 'eard
'E'd given 'is black boots to Jim Small
A bloke wot 'ad no boots at all
So p'raps Aunt Hanna doesn't mind
She did like people who was good and kind
But brahn boots
I ask yer brahn boots
Fancy coming to a funeral
In brahn boots
And we could 'ear the neighbours all remark
What 'I'm chief mourner Wot a blooming lark
Why 'e looks more like a Bookmaker's clerk
In brahn boots
That's why we 'ad to be so rude to 'I'm
That's why we never said Ow do to 'I'm
We didn't know he didn't say
He'd give 'is other boots away
But brahn boots
I ask yer brahn boots
While all the rest
Wore decent black and mourning suits
But some day up at Heavens gate
Poor Jim all nerves will stand and wait
'Til an angel whispers Come in Mate
Where's yer brahn boots