American Old Time Song Lyrics: 14 When Bridget Goes Out On A Mash

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 14

When Bridget Goes Out on a Mash.
Copyright, 1886, by Chas. D. Blake & Co.

Oh! Bridget's the darling of all the young dudes,
And the reason is not hard to guess;
She holds her head high when she's out on the street,
And is stunning in matters of dress.
If she gives you a glance, your heart gives a jump,
You've got to bow down to her and her dash;
It's no use resisting, she'll break you all up,
When Bridget goes out on a mash.

Chorus.
Oh, what a shtyle! my, what a shmile!
Shure, isn't she fit to be queen of your cash?
Just give her a chance, and see what a dance,
She'll lead yez, when Bridget goes out on a mash.

The eyes in her head are like stars in the sky,
And her mouth like a rose in full bloom;
Her ears are like shells from the murmuring sea,
And her hair is as sunny as noon.
She's a real Irish girl, and don't you forget,
She knows that her beauty is no common trash;
And that is the reason she slaughters the boys,
When Bridget goes out on the mash. -Chorus.

Her face is her fortune, that's what they all say,
And Bridget she knows it full well;
And sure it's small blame when a girl has good looks,
If she likes to be counted a belle.
But I'll give yez this one little bit of advice,
If she drops you a shmile, don't go and get rash;
She's another man's wife, and he follows behind.
When Bridget goes out on the mash.-Chorus.