I Blew A Little Blast On My Whistle

Now when I was a boy
My mother's pride and joy
She gave me a whistle, this is it
And no matter where I go
Band of hope or picture show
My little whistle always makes a hit

It's been a pal to me
It's as easy as can be
And to blow it doesn't use up any gristle
A lady came to tea
And when she smiled at me
Well I blew a little blast on my whistle

I've been to London to
Leicester Square and to the Zoo
In the tube and even down the Strand
But no matter where I went
I had no accident
I always had my whistle in my hand

But once near Waterloo
I near squeaked it's true
I trembled and my hair it seemed to bristle
A lady smiled and stopped
And then she nearly dropped
When I blew a little blast on my whistle

One in a country lane
While sheltering from the rain
I soon found out that I was not alone

I heard a sound like this
It must have been a kiss
Two lovers thinking they were on their own
They carried on disgraceful
I went all goosey like
But when the lady shouted "Stop it, Cecil!"
I took it for a hint
And I had a little squint
And I couldn't blow a blast on my whistle

Ah now, I'm married now
And I really don't know how
To tell you of the news that came today
I've a little son and heir
Yes one, no not a pair
No wonder that I'm feeling bright and gay

I'm feeling very proud
But I mustn't talk so loud
I've been celebrating at the Rose and Thistle
He's a lovely little kid
And the first thing that he did
Was to blow a little blast on his whistle