A comic song from the year 1894. Words by Albert Hall. Music by C. W. Murphy.
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And still his whiskers grew, still his whiskers grew
He cut them off, and he shaved them off
He bit them off, and he chew’d them off
But still his whiskers grew, still his whiskers grew
They covered his face, and covered the place
But still his whiskers grew
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But still his whiskers grew, still his whiskers grew
He pulled them off, and he dragged them off
He kicked them off, and he blew them off
But still his whiskers grew, still his whiskers grew
They covered the ground for miles around
And still his whiskers grew
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But still his whiskers grew, still his whiskers grew
He tied them up, and he hung them up
He nailed them up, and he screwed them up
But still his whiskers grew, still his whiskers grew
They snuffed out the light of the moon that night
And still his whiskers grew
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But still his whiskers grew, still his whiskers grew
They pushed him down, and they dragged him down
They chucked him down and they shoved him down
But still his whiskers grew, still his whiskers grew
In less than a “pop” were up to the top
And still his whiskers grew