American Old Time Song Lyrics: 13 Captain De Wellington Boots
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 13
Captain de Wellington Boots.
You must know I belong to the army.
You can see that, of course, by my style,
I delight in the title of "Captain,"
And upon me the ladies all smile.
In the ranks of the First Mounted Out-o'-sights,
I hold an important command;
And perhaps you'll permit me to tell you
There are no finer men in the land.
Spoken-Yes, we are all fine men, brave men, and what I like
best of all, is to-
La de da with the ladies,
For that is the style that suits
The noble frame and glorious name
Of Captain de Wellington Boots.
You may talk of the bar or the navy,
My life beats the couple to smash;
You "can get a fine post in the army.
That is, if you've got but the cash.
My dad, you must know, was a grocer,
Who contrived to scrape up a good sum;
Bought me a commission with "sugar,"
And afterwards left me a "plum."
Spoken-To enable me to- Chorus.
At soirees and balls I get feted.
The darlings, at me how they glance,
And quarrel almost for "the captain,"
Or implore I will join in the dance.
But dancing for me's too much bother,
I leave such hard work to the rest;
I like billiards, and so I do croquet,
After all, though, the thing I like
Spoken-Is to- Chorus
I tell them fine tales about battles,
Which the darlings are anxious to hear:
But what the smell of powder is like,
I have not the slightest idea.
They think I've done glorious deeds,
And have oft made the enemy fly;
But I haven't as yet-and what's more.
I have no intention to try.
Spoken-Not in the least, I prefer by far to-Chorus.
I drive a fine drag that's a picture,
I've a mare that's a devil to go;
Of an afternoon I take a canter
'Mongst the fair ones who swarm Rotten Row.
They whisper: See! there goes the captain!
And blush to their hairs' very roots,
If they meet with the least recognition
From Captain de Wellington Boots.
Spoken-They know I'm a perfect Adonis, and they like me