Copyright, 1889, by T. B. Harms & Co.
Written and Stung by Gus Williams.
You may talk of the language of beautiful Spain,
Also the Italian soft tone;
But where in the world will you find such a flow
Of words as there is in our own?
You just give a hackman a bad dollar bill.
Then linger awhile very near;
When he finds it out he will open his mouth.
Then standing entranc'd you will hear:
Beautiful language, soft and sweet,
Beautiful language, choice and neat;
Words, rich and rare, float out on the air.
Oh, what beautiful language!
Observe-an old gentleman, puffy and stout.
Who after a car has to fly;
Then listen to all his Italian and French,
When the car will not stop, but goes by.
Then follow him slyly, and if he should make
For one of those seats in the parks.
And when he sits down on a new pointed bench.
You'll hear some most touching remarks:-Chorus.
Now. if to the racecourse you ever should go,
'Tis there the bookmakers will set
Their traps, which are baited with odds they will give,
And kindly invite you to bet.
And if they should lose, keep your ears open wide,
Amidst the confusion and strife;
For then you'll hear English as she should be spoke.
The purest you've heard in your life.-Chorus.
To the ladies I'll say, have you ever observed
Your husband on "some certain day.
When he is complaining because he is late.
His fault causes all the delay.
The starch in his shirt causes him for to fret.
And his temper it rises, I fear;
When under the bureau his collar-button goes,
'Tis then, if you'll listen, you'll hear:-Chorus.
Take the game of baseball, on your own native grounds,
Some day when the game it is close.
When the weather is well-most decidedly hot.
And the crowd it is rather morose.
About the last inning you think the home club
Is certain, dead sure ", for to win.
When the umpire gives a decision quite bad,
Then you'll hear, 'midst the bustle And din:-Chorus.