C
She was young, she was pure, she was new, she was nice
                                  G
She was fair, she was sweet seventeen
       F                           C         Am
He was old, he was vile, and no stranger to vice
        D                        G
He was base, he was bad, he was mean
         C                 F
He had slyly inveigled her up to his flat
    Dm                      G
To view his collection of stamps
        C          F           C          Am
And he said as he hastened to put out the cat
     F                       G
The wine, his cigar and the lamps

 C
Have some madeira, m'dear
                            G
You really have nothing to fear
     F                             C           Am
I'm not trying to tempt you, that wouldn't be right
      D                          G
You shouldn't drink spirits at this time of night
 C
Have some madeira, m'dear
                             G
It's really much nicer than beer
   F                          C             Am
I don't care for sherry, one cannot drink stout
     D                    G
And port is a wine I can well do without
      C        F          C         Am
It's simply a case of chacun a son gout
 F            G       C
Have some madeira, m'dear

    C
Unaware of the wiles of the snake-in-the-grass
                                G
And the fate of the maiden who topes
     F                         C           Am
She lowered her standards by raising her glass
     D                         G
Her courage, her eyes and his hopes
     C                              F
She sipped it, she drank it, she drained it, she did
     Dm                   G
He promptly refilled it again
        C          F        C               Am
And he said as he secretly carved one more notch
        F                       G
On the butt of his gold-headed cane

 C
Have some madeira, m'dear,
                             G
I've got a small cask of it here
     F                           C            Am
And once it's been opened, you know it won't keep
    D                     G
Do finish it up, it will help you to sleep
 C
Have some madeira, m'dear,
                          G
It's really an excellent year
    F                          C           Am
Now if it were gin, you'd be wrong to say yes
    D                       G
The evil gin does would be hard to assess
   C             F          C          Am
Besides it's inclined to affect me prowess
 F           G        C
Have some madeira, m'dear

             C
Then there flashed through her mind what her mother had said
                           G
With her antepenultimate breath
         F                            C            Am
"Oh my child, should you look on the wine that is red
       D                           G
Be prepared for a fate worse than death"
     C                         F
She let go her glass with a shrill little cry
  Dm                            G
Crash! tinkle! it fell to the floor
        C                F            C         Am
When he asked, "What in Heaven?" she made no reply
        F                        G
Up her mind, and a dash for the door

 C
Have some madeira, m'dear,
                                  G
Rang out down the hall loud and clear
      F                   C              Am
A tremulous cry that was filled with despair
        D                            G
As she paused to take breath in the cool midnight air
 C
Have some madeira, m'dear,
                                 G
The words seemed to ring in her ear
   F                         C          Am
Until the next morning, she woke up in bed
         D                      G
With a smile on her lips and an ache in her head
        C           F             C           Am
And a voice in her ear 'ole that tickled and said
 F           G        C
Have some madeira, m'dear