I'll Come Back, My Darling, to Thee.
Copyright, 1889, by Hurtling Brothers.
My wife was a charming young creature,
But she ran away from her home;
Because I would take all her earnings
She's left me alone, yes, alone.
I wrote her a letter, pathetic,
When she answered I was in high glee;
I thought she'd consented to come back.
But, oh, no, no, no, not to me.
When the flowers that bloom in the Spring, love.
Shall not open their petals till Fall;
When the oyster, the clam, and the codfish,
Shall dance a "can-can "at the ball;
When all the old maids shall have sweethearts,
And married folks always agree;
When the man in the moon comes in a balloon,
Then, my darling, I'll come back to thee!
They say she's gone with another,
A man who lived over the way;
If she has, why, I hope she will send me
Some dollars my board bill to pay.
I've tried many dodges to get on,
But work and I cannot agree;
So I'm waiting to get a short letter.
To see if she'll come back to me.
When chewing gum goes out of fashion,
And hackmen will charge the right fare;
When you point out a few politicians
Who've decided to act on the square;
When schemers of boodle are punished,
And women drink nothing but tea;
When we've a Chinese for our President,
Then, my darling, I'll come back to thee.
When, Ah, there! is dropp'd by the street boys,
And, Stay there! is dropp'd by the girls;
When He's all right! is no more shouted
By America's half drunken swells;
When the streets of our city are kept clean,
And fishes won't swim in the sea;
When your name is emblazon'd in history,
Then, my darling, I'll come back to thee.-Chorus.