Woke up one morning half asleep,
With all my blankets in a heap,
And yellow roses scattered all around.
The time was still approaching four,
I couldn't stand it anymore
Some marigolds upon my eiderdown.

Oodelay, Yoodelay,
Sitting in a tree.
Nobody comes to visit me.
Dibble Dabble in the babbling brook
Got stuck on a fisherman's hook.

Rabbit, rabbit, rabbit, ...

You've got a beautiful chin.
You've got beautiful skin.
You’ve got a beautiful face. 
You’ve got taste.

How many kinds of sweet flowers grow
In an English country garden?
I'll tell you now of some that I know
And those I miss you'll surely pardon:
Daffodil, heart's ease and phlox
Meadowsweet and lady smocks
Gentian, lupine and tall hollihocks,
Roses, foxgloves, snowdrops, forget-me-nots,
In an English country garden.

I've just got here, through Paris, from the sunny southern shore;
I to Monte Carlo went, just to raise me winter's rent.
Dame Fortune smiled upon me as she'd never done before,
And I've now such lots of money, I'm a gent.
Yes, I've now such lots of rhino, I'm a gent.

As I walk along the Bois Boolong
With an independent air
You can hear the girls declare
"He must be a Millionaire."
You can hear them sigh and wish to die,
You can see them wink at the other eye
At the man who broke the bank at Monte Carlo.

Where has that old friend gone?
Lost in a February song.
Tell him it won't be long,
‘Til [Until] he opens his eyes,
Opens his eyes.