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[Verse 1]
Oh woe is me and alas alak
A tear roll down my cheek
As I tell the story of Nelly Clack
The belle of Barking Creek
[Verse 2]
Her hair is yellow as the morning sun
Except where the black shows through
And her age has been a steady twenty one
Since nineteen fifty two.
[Verse 3]
And all day long she wheels her barrow
And behaves like a good girl ought
And she'll only stray from the straight and narrow
When the fleet is home in port
[Verse 4]
For a sailor boy she cannot resist
Her mind and her knees grow weak
And every matelot for miles has kissed
The belle of Barking Creek
[Verse 5]
One lovely evening when the moon was new
She stood by the garden gate
While idly wondering what to do
Poor Nelly met her fate
[Verse 6]
A great big stoker by the name of Bert
Had come into town that day
And he said "cor blimey what a piece of skirt"
And carried her away
[Verse 7]
And she darned his socks and she fried his bacon
And she scarcely paused for breath
And very soon she was overtaken
By a fate that is worse than death
[Verse 8]
Then he said I'm going but I'll soon be back
I'll write to you every week
But I know darn well that Nel-ly Clark
Is up the Barking Creek