MISTER DOOLEY'S GEESE.
Copyright, 1884, by Wm. A. Pond & Co.
Written and sung by Edward Harrigan.
I've a very noisy neighbor, Mister Dooley is his name,
He's fond of ructions, likewise of raising game;
With his turkeys and his chickens, oh, my troubles never cease,
From many innovations of Mister Dooley's geese.
For it's all day long they're marching,
With they're quack, quack, quackle, quackle, quack!
And their gobble, gobble, gobble, and my shu, shu, shu!
Sure he has a Shanghai rooster, who is troubled with the croup,
He sits up at my window, likewise upon my stoop,
With his flopping and his crowing, oh, I have not any peace.
He cannot hold a candle to Mister Dooley's geese.-Chorus
'Tis in very rainy weather, oh, it's then they're mighty fond,
Of huddling up together to swim out in the pond;
Then in platoons and in sections they're all covered o'er with grease,
To set on my piazzy-old Mister Dooley's geese.-Chorus.
When I'm drying of my linen, that is hanging on the line,
They fly and make it muddy, I'm busy all the time;
Wid my broomstick and my shovel, oh, I'd like to have a lease
To murder all those devils called Mister Dooley's geese.-Chorus.