Roger Quilter - The Lamplighter
It's time to take the window to see Leerie going by;
For every night at teatime and before you take your seat
With lantern and with ladder he comes posting up the street
Now Tom would be a driver and Maria go to sea
And my papa's a banker and as rich as he can be;
But I, when I am stronger and can choose what I'm to do
O Leerie, I'll go round at night and light the lamps with you!
For we are very lucky, with a lamp before the door
And Leerie stops to light it as he lights so many morе;
And O! before you hurry by with ladder and with light
O Leeriе, see a little child and nod to him tonight
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