American Old Time Song Lyrics: 12 The Dying Boys Request

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

THE DYING BOY'S REQUEST.

Oh! mother, listen to my ditty,
For I am growing weak,
Get papa's big sledge-hammer,
And gently press me on the cheek;
Tie me to a telegraph wire,
And slowly let me fall,
Have my body pulverized,
And stuffed with codfish balls;
Put chest-protectors on my feet,
And soak my head in lard,
Sell me to a bologna peddler
For seventy-five cents a yard.

Tie me to a kicking mule,
And rub my gums with glue,
Buy me a paper of virgin leaf.
And give me one more chew;
Let me starve with Dr. Tanner,
Throw me in a sewer,
Let me join a circus.
Feed me on milk that's pure;
Assassinate me with a big tomato,
For I've got a terrible gall,
I'm dying with a Hungarian wart on my neck.
From doing a funny fall.