Missus Moore, who lives next door, she's such a dear old soul,
Of children, she's a score or more. Her husband's on the dole.
I don't know how she manages to keep that lot, I'm sure,
I said to her today as she was standing at her door:
CHORUS:
Don't have nay more, Missus Moore, ___
Missus Moore, please don't have any more, ____
The more you have, the more you want they say,
But enough is as good as a feast any day.
If you have many more, Missus Moore, ____
You'll have to rent the house next door.
They're all right when they're here,
But take my advice, my dear,
Don't have any more, Missus More!
The local inn she uses most is called The Wooden Hut.
She's first one in at opening time, and last out when they're shut.
And when she's had a few, it's true, she can't go very far,
And you can hear them singing this to her across the bar.
CHORUS:
Don't have any more, Missus Moore,____
Missus Moore, please don't have any more.____
The more you have, the more you want they say,
But enough is as good as a feast any day.
If you have many more, Missus Moore,____
You'll never get to your street door.
Too many double gins give the ladies double chins,
So don't have any more, Missus Moore!
She's had no end of husbands that in love with her have fell,
And this one is her seventh one, and he don't look too well.
She married him a year ago, and on their wedding day,
As they were walking down the aisle, I heard the parson say,
CHORUS:
Don't have any more, Missus Moore,
Missus Moore, please don't have any more.____
The more you have, the more you want, they say.
But enough is as good as a feast any day.
If you have many more, Missus Moore,___
I don't know what we'll do, I'm sure.___
Our church yard is so small, there'll be no room for them at all,
So don't have any more, Missus Moore!