American Old Time Song Lyrics: 01 Up At Jones Wood

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 1

UP AT JONES' WOOD
Copyright, 1880, by E. II. Harding.

You may talk about your picnics,
That go so far away;
Off to Coney Island,
Or else to Rockaway.
There is nothing suits me better,
When the breeze would do you good,
As to spend a moonlight evening
Up at Jones' Wood.

Chorus.
It's there the pretty girls you'll see
Waltzing all around;
Oh! my lovely Sally,
I'll never leave this town.
I'll take you in the evening,
When the breer.e would do you good,
Amd I'll hug you and I'll kiss you,
Up at Jones' Wood.

I'll ask you, lovely Sally,
If you will be my bride;
We will wander arm-in arm, love,
By the lone East River side.
It's theu I'll await your answer,
And be it bad or good,
And I'll hug you and I'll kiss you