Listen to the song made famous by Florrie Forde in 1913.

At the club ,one evening,
Jones was telling all his pals,
How much he hated girls,
Despite their golden curls.
"You wouldn't catch me with a girl,
You bet your life," said he,
"The girls would get no chance with me."

Then one chap gazed at Jones, and starts to leer.
He shook his head and said to him, "Come here."

CHORUS

Hold your hand out, naughty boy.
Hold your hand out, naughty boy.
Last night, in the pale moonlight,
I saw you, I saw you;
With a nice girl in the park,
You were strolling full of joy,
And you told here you'd never kissed a girl before:
Hold your hand out, naughty boy.