"Don't Dilly Dally on the Way", subtitled "The Cock Linnet Song" and often credited as "My Old Man (Said Follow the Van)", is a music hall song written in 1919 by Fred W. Leigh and Charles Collins, made popular by Marie Lloyd. The song, although humorous, also reflects some of the hardships of working class life in London at the beginning of the 20th century. It joined a music hall tradition of dealing with life in a determinedly upbeat fashion. In the song a couple are obliged to move house, after dark, because they cannot pay their rent. At the time the song was written, most London houses were rented, so moving in a hurry – a moonlight flit – was common when the husband lost his job or there was insufficient money to pay the rent. The couple rush to fill up the van, and its tailboard, with their possessions, in case the landlord appears. When the van is packed up, however, there is no room left for the wife. The husband therefore instructs her to follow the van, which she does, carrying the pet bird. Unfortunately, en route, the wife loses her way after stopping at a pub for a drink. Thereafter, she reflects that it would be ill-advised to approach one of the volunteer policemen (a "special"), as they are less trustworthy than a regular police constable (a "copper") and might take advantage of her inebriation. Alternatively (according to the physical gestures accompanying the song) they may simply be less qualified to give dependable street directions. Chorus The chorus of the song is well known. My old man said "Foller the van, And don't dilly dally on the way". Off went the van wiv me 'ome packed in it, I walked behind wiv me old cock linnet. But I dillied and dallied, dallied and I dillied Lost me way and don't know where to roam. Well you can't trust a special like the old time coppers. When you can't find your way 'ome. There are a number of alternatives to the last two lines: Who'll put you up when you've lost your bedstead, And you can't find your way 'ome?" I stopped on the way to have me old half quarten, now I can't find my way home. Well you can't trust a man when your life's in a van an' you can't find your way 'ome.