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This is the Joyce Grenfell version that Martin mentioned.
Maud won't come into the garden.
Maud is compelled to state
Though you stand for hours
In among the flowers
Down by the garden gate.
Maud won't come into the garden.
Sing to her as you may -
Maud says she begs your pardon
But she wasn't born yesterday.
Maud's not coming into the garden
Thanking you just the same.
Though she looks so pure
You can be quite sure
She's onto your little game.
Maud knows she's being damping -
(And how damp you already must be)
But Maudie is now decamping
To her lovely hot-water B.
Written by Joyce herself and her cousin,Nicholas Phipps, for a review "Penny Plain" in 1951.
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