If It Wasn't for the Houses In Between Go to Song Sheet.

If you ever saw our yard, "What a pretty spot", you'd say. Oh, it's ;ovely on a sunny summer's day. With the turnip tops and cabbages The people doesn't buy, It makes it on a Sunday look all gay. Now the neighbours thinks we grows 'em, And you'd think that you're in Kent. Or at Epsom, if you gaze into the mews. It's a wonder that the landlord Doesn't want to raise the rent Because we have such nobby distant views. Chorus: Now it really is a very pretty garden. And Chingford on the Eastward can be seen. With a ladder and some glasses You can see to Hackney Marshes, If it wasn't for the houses in between. There's a bunny shares his egg box With a cross-eyed cock and hen. They lay on top of him and keep him warm. In the doll's house on the line post There were pigeons, nine or ten'Til someone took a brick and knocked it off. And the dust cart, though it seldom comes, Is just like Harvest Home, Our girls they rigged a dairy up somehow. Sticked a donkey in the wash house With some imitation horns, And we're teaching it to moo, just like a cow. Chorus: Now it really is a very pretty garden. And Epsom to the northward can be seen. And, if you climb up the chimney, You can see as far as Wembley, If it wasn't for the houses in between. Though the Gassworks is at Woolwich, They improve the rural scene. And for mountains they could very easy pass. With the mushrooms in the dust-hole, And the cucumbers so green, Oh, we only wants a bit of hot-house glass. Now, I wears this milkman's nightshirt, And I sits outside all day; Like the ploughboy cove what's mistled on a lee. And when I goes inside at night, They don't know what I say. 'Cos my language is as yokel as can be. Chorus: Now it really is a very pretty garden. And right outside, the poplar can be seen. If I had a rope and pully, I could feel the breeze more fully. If it wasn't for the houses in between!