Dont Call in the Morning
Composed and sung by K. C. Dunbar.
'Twas at an evening party where I first met Milly Green,
And thought she was the sweetest girl that I haa ever seen;
I sought an introduction which I happily did obtain,
And in nearly all the dances I her little hand did gain.
And when the time for breaking up the party did arrive,
To see this little damsel home somehow I did contrive;
But ere we parted at the door I boldly asked if I
Might call and see her some time, when she gave me this reply-
Don't come in the morning, for that will be too soon,
And never call to see me in the afternoon;
Don't come in the evening and never call at night,
But call at any other time and then you'll be all right.
So strange an answer really I could not make out at all,
Unless it was a gentle hint that I must never call;
And yet I did not think she could treat me so unkind,
For somehow she to favor me appeared to be inclined.
So once again I asked her, but the answer was the same;
And at that very moment to the door the servant came.
Good-night, she said and vanished, did this darling little dear,
And kept me standing with an answer ringing in my earDon't come in the morning, for that, &c.
I strolled along and wandered, what the dickens could she mean,
As all night long I dreamt about that darling little queen;
But more her answer came to me, which seemed to be absurd;
But in the morning when I woke a happy thought occured:
She said if I would call at any time I should be all right,
Except the morning, afternoon, the evening or at night;
Any time that I could call was neither late nor soon;
Of course you all have guessed by now she never more will say:
Don't come in the morning, for that, &c.