American Old Time Song Lyrics: 12 Shed Have Her Way Or Die

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 12

Home Songster main V01 V02 V03 V04 V05 V06 V07 V08 V09 V10 V11 V12 V13 V14 V15 V16 V17 V18 V19 V20 V21 V22 V23 V24 V25 V26 V27 V28 V29 V30 V31 V32 V33 V34 V35 V36 V37 V38 V39 V40 V41 V42 V43 V44 V45 V46 V47 V48 V49 V50 V51 V52 V53 V54 V55 V56 V57 V58 V59 V60 V61 Support Search

Share page  Visit Us On FB

She'd Have Her Way or Die.

Now I'll sing of a charming young damsel,
And her age was four hundred and three;
She lived in an attic, down cellar,
And slept under a strawberry tree.
Her mother scraped paint on a ferry-boat,
And her father shaped out mince pie;
She fell in a tub of hot water,
For she'd have her way or die.

Now she fell from the top of a mountain,
But caught in the fog coming down;
She looked like the side of a freight car,
And nearly set fire to the town.
She flew through the air like a camel,
Or like clothes on a line to dry;
She fell in a sewer on Tenth street,
For she'd have her way or die.

Now her brother, poor boy, had bronchitis,
And the doctor gave him up for gone;
He walked up to the third story window,
And was always right when he was wrong.
But one day they both went out skating,
In the warm months of June and July;
They were arrested for bottling up East wind,
For she'd have her way or die.
Download music lyrics PDF file For Printing with (no ads)
Download music lyrics in RTF file For editing / printing with Word and other editing software.
Download music lyrics as PNG Graphic file For inclusion in DTP etc.