American Old Time Song Lyrics: 19 Don't Come In The Parlor Till The Company Goes Away
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 19
Don't Come in the Parlor 'Till the Company Goes Away.
Copyright, 1881, by T. B. Harms & Co.
Words and music by Harry C. Talbert.
There is a charming little girl, I'd give for her my life,
And soon I'm going to ask her if she'll be my precious wife;
But every time I call on her, her brother's in the way,
So now I bring him lots of toys, and this to him I say:
Chorus.
Tommy, you can go and play, 'till papa writes a letter,
Be a good boy, don't go far away, then I will like you better;
Don't go making mud-pies, or muss your clothes, I say;
Please don't come in the parlor 'till the company goes away.
It's pretty tough to stand a brat who'll tread upon your toes,
And pull your moustache crown our hat, then drum upon your nose;
But now I've got a gag for them, to keep them from harm's way,
Just give them pennies, five or ten, and smilingly you'll say:
Tommy, you can go and play, &c.
Who knows but what this little boy some day will fall in love
With a pretty little maid, he'll call his turtle dove;
And if she's got a sister Mag, or a brother in the way,
Oh, he can think of my old gag, and this to them can say:
Tommy, you can go and play, &c.
I never shall forget the night, 'twas at a minstrel show,
A great surprise there met my eyes, 'twas Tommy and his beau;
I call'd on them, next afternoon, in a quiet sort of way;
The young girl blushed, and Tommy rush'd at me and this did say:
Chorus.
Papa, you can go and play while Tommy writes a letter;
Be a good boy, don't go far away, then I will like you better;
Don't go making mud-pies, or muss your clothes, I say;
Please don't come in the parlor 'till the company goes away.