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She knows I'm a deserter from the Scottish Fusiliers
Quote byBilly Bennett · 1887–1942
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: "My Mother Doesn't Know I'm on the Stage", line 11.
English (original)
She knows I'm a deserter from the Scottish Fusiliers, She knows I stole a blind-man's can...that got me seven years! She knows I've been connected with a gang of West-End Pests, And the police have had me twice inside the cage; And she knows I mix with ladies that have got a shady past, But my mother doesn't know I'm on the stage.
— Billy Bennett
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