My Moustache is Growing.
Tune- " Annie of the Vale."
My moustache is growing,
Its genial warmth bestowing,
Its beauty takes the eye of all Chestnut street;
Come forth like a fairy
So stiff and so hairy,
And ramble on my upper lip so neat.
Come, come, come, moustache, come,
Come, ere the dye on you pale;
Oh. come in thy strength, thou marvel of length,
Dear moustache, dear moustache, never fail.
The charms I inherit
Are caused by thy merit,
I hope thy color ne'er will fade away;
The watch-dog is snarling.
For fear, moustache, darling.
The tip end of his tail I'd steal away.-Chorus.