Rhoda and her Pagoda, a song from San Toy

Rhoda and her Pagoda was the greatest hit from San Toy, a "Chinese" musical comedy in two acts, first performed at Daly's Theatre, London, on 21 October 1899. Book by Edward Morton, lyrics by Harry Greenbank and Adrian Ross, and music by Sidney Jones, though the music for Rhoda and her Pagoda was by Lionel Monckton (1861-1924). Rhoda and her Pagoda was the show's enduring hit. In the show it was sung by Dudley, the flirtatious maid of Sir Poppy Bingo, and makes fun of a certain kind of social mobility well known in London's West End. Read more about San Toy here https://gsarchive.net/british/santoy/... and https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/San_Toy

This performance is from a private recording of Peter Tranchell playing and singing comic songs, mostly his own.

John Gwinnell remembers... "Peter was obsessed with this song - witness him including it on the tape he made of himself singing his own compositions. It was a regular feature at the late-night informal gatherings in his room during my time and before (i.e. up to the early 70s) when otherwise the repertoire would be entirely his own pieces - except when the chorus parts for Tollhurst's "Ruth" were brought out and we all sang the chorus that ended "And she went (and she came) and she went (and she came)" etc. Golden years!".

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Or play this recording that we've published on YouTube:

Lyrics, (courtesy of https://gsarchive.net/british/santoy/...) and seemingly modified by Peter Tranchell for his performance:

Dudley:Rhoda Rye was a London lass,
Taking and trim and tiny;
She wish'd to gather the upper class
To a tea shop charming and Chinee!
She borrow'd and built, she puff'd and plann'd
A proper Pagoda in the Strand,
And dress'd like a Chinee girl at home,
From the dainty shoes to the big black comb!
Rhoda, Rhoda ran a Pagoda,

Ladies:Ummm.

Dudley:Selling tea and syrup and soda,

Ladies:Ummm.

Dudley:Buns and biscuits and bread of bran
In the pretty Pagoda Rhoda ran!

Chorus:Rhoda, Rhoda ran a Pagoda,
Selling tea and syrup and soda,
Buns and biscuits and bread of bran
In the pretty Pagoda Rhoda ran!

Dudley:The lords and ladies they came from far,
In fact, too many for one shop,
Forsaking the club and the Yankee bar
And only original Bun Shop!
They sat at the tables made for two,
And drank their tea from the China blue,
And often wasted an afternoon
With two little cups and one big spoon!
Rhoda, Rhoda ran a Pagoda,

Ladies:Ummm.

Dudley:Selling cakes and lemon and soda,

Ladies:Ummm.

Dudley:Many a maiden met a man
At the pretty Pagoda Rhoda ran!

Chorus:Rhoda, Rhoda ran a Pagoda,
Selling cakes and lemon and soda,
Many a maiden met a man
At the pretty Pagoda Rhoda ran!

Dudley:A wealthy nobleman wander'd in
The Duke of Kensington Gardens,
He chucked the waitresses under the chin,
Then giggled and ask'd their pardons!
And Rhoda flirted and drew him on
With her angel cakes and her sugar'd scone,
Until one day at his fourteenth cup,
He fell at her feet and she picked him up.
Rhoda, Rhoda shut her Pagoda,

Ladies:Ummm.

Dudley:No more tea and coffee and soda;

Ladies:Ummm.

Dudley:Never a milkman leaves his can
At the pretty Pagoda Rhoda ran!

Chorus:Rhoda, Rhoda shut her Pagoda,
No more tea and coffee and soda;
Never a milkman leaves his can
At the pretty Pagoda Rhoda ran!

Dudley:Rhoda now is a social pet
At royal parties and races.
There never has been a Duchess yet
With such a style as her Grace's.
And if you ever should try to raise
The tender topic of tea shop days,
She looks at you with a lofty stare,
As if to suggest that you are not there.
Rhoda says: "What is a Pagoda?

Ladies:Ummm.

Dudley:Something African at Fashoda?"

Ladies:Ummm.

Dudley:She never heard since life began
Of the pretty Pagoda Rhoda ran!

Chorus:Rhoda says: "What is a Pagoda?
Something African at Fashoda?"
She never heard since life began
Of the pretty Pagoda Rhoda ran!