American Old Time Song Lyrics: 05 Aint You Awful
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 5
AIN'T YOU AWFUL.
Copyright, 1871, by E. H. Harding.
I took my love one ev'ning,
When the Summer moon was beaming.
Thro' silent arbors gleaming,
Where cupid has control;
I wanted to tell her
How dearly I adored her,
But, oh! she would not listen,
Tho' I tenderly implored her;
Oh! love, oh! love, why don't you heed me?
How can you I rent me so?
In vain, in vain, in vain*,
She heeded not my pain;
She turned away her head,
And this was all she said-
Chorus.
Oh! ain't you awful;
It's wrong, you know, to love me so,
Yes, you are awful:
Your like I ne'er did see;
Oh! ain't you awful;
It's wrong, you know, to love me so.
Dear me, you're horrid;
Why don't you let me be?
To make my feelings clearer,
I advanced a little nearer,
And said I'd like to hear her
Say yes, and ease my mind;
She fumbled and mumbled,
And laughed at my attention;
She said mamma would scold her,
If such things she dared to mention;
"Come, love," I cried, "we'll run away,
And leave your mamma behind."
"Oh! no, oh! no," she said,
"Don't ask me now to wed;
What would the people say
If we should run away?"-Chorus,
She talked on useless matters,
Till my patience was in tatters,
Just as a woman clatters.
When silent she should be;
I begged her to listen,
And drew her close beside me;
But she began to fidget,
And her roguish eyes defied me,
And soon she told me with a smile
That she did not care for me;
My love was all in vain,
She heeded not my pain.
She turned away her head,
And this was all she said-Chorus.