Limehouse Blues/ music by Philip Braham; words by Douglas Furber

              Lyrics:
First verse
In Limehouse where yellow chinkies love to play In Limehouse where you can hear those blues all day And they seem all around Like a long long sigh Queer sob sound Oh Honey Lamb they seem to cry.
Refrain
Oh! Limehouse kid Oh! Oh! Oh! Limehouse kid Going the way that the rest of them did Poor broken blossom and nobody's child Haunting and taunting you're just kind o' wild Oh! Oh! Oh! Limehouse blues I've the real Limehouse blues Learned from the chinkies those sad China blues Rings on your fingers and tears for your crown that is the story of old China town. Oh! Limehouse kid Oh! Oh! Oh! Limehouse kid Going the way that the rest of them did Poor broken blossom and nobody's child Haunting and taunting you're just kind o' wild Oh! Oh! Oh! Limehouse blues I've the real Limehouse blues Learned from the chinkies those sad China blues Rings on your fingers and tears for your crown that is the story of old China town.
Second verse
Oh Dearie right here in orange blossom land I’m weary ‘cause no one seems to understand And those weird China blues Never go away Sad mad blues For all the while they seem to say.




(Refrain)