I've Only Been Down to the Club.
Copyright, 1876, by E. H. Harding.
Last night I was out rather late,
'Twas only an innocent spree;
My wife for my coming did wait,
When sleeping I thought she would be.
I found her in temper and tears,
Oh, she cried, it's a sin and shame;
And she scratched both my eyes and my ears.
But I told her I soon would explain.
The club had a meeting to-night, love.
Of business we had a great sight, love;
Don't think for a moment I'm tight, love.
I've only been down to the club.
My boots I left down in the hall
And softly I crept up the stairs;
I kept rather close to the wall
And thought to ascend unawares.
But just as I got to the door,
I seemed to get lost in the dark;
I stumbled and fell on the floor,
And just then I could only remark:-Chorus.
She sobbed, she wept and she screamed,
And said she'd go back to her ma,
While I on the mantel-piece leaned,
And tried to enjoy my cigar.
I promised to buy her a dress.
If she'd let me alone for a while;
then I gave her a sweet little kiss.
And I saw her beginning to smile.-Chorus.