Tray Bong - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
TRAY BONG Sung by Miss Lizzie Valrose. 
Last summer I went away To France to spend my holiday; Whilst I was there in love I fell With what you would call a nice French girl; I won her at once, this charmer so meek. But felt very bashful no French could I speak, The language I could not get Into my head; I thought she'd be vexed, but she only said: 
Chorus. Tray bong, tray bong, tray bong, tray bong. That's what this French girl said all along; Whatever I did I could never do wrong, She only said, tray bong, tray bong. 
She told me tray bong meant that's good, And teach me more she really would; In fact, she said, before you go Me teach you more than you now know; she took me to see the sights in France, The gay mobille and can-can dance; A kiss or a squeeze she never denied. But always seemed pleased and gaily replied: Chorus. 
At last I found I'd lost my ring, Watch and chain, my purse and pin, And looking round I lost my belle, And found out, alas, she was a sell; I raved to the police, said, I'd lost my tin; They misunderstood me and soon ran me in, So when I got home in old England, you bet, I told ad my pals I shall never forget-
Chorus. Tray bong, that's good, tray bong, tray bong, It seems to run in my bead the day long; If you go to France, mind you do not go wrong, For the girls are not always tray bong, tray bong.